Текст песни и перевод на английский Under Side 821 - Había una Bala Reservada para Mí

Había una Bala Reservada para Mí

Yao, yao, yao probando el micrófono
Esto es underground los trapeadores volumen dos
Pa' toda la raza que apoya el Under Side 821, ahi les va

Había una bala reservada para mi,
No pudo ser ese día yo me fui
No tenía muchas ganas de pistear
Y no sabía que se iban a balancear

Sonó la alarma del puto celular
Abro los ojos no me quiero despertar,
Porque carajo voy a pararme a estudiar,
De cualquier manera me van a reprobar

Quiero ser como el vato de la silverado
Con la paca de billetes y el nombre bien respetado.
Que no ves las morritas que el wey se ah culeado
Con las putas tetas grandes y el culo bien operado

Ni se cual es su jale para serte franco,
Se dice por el barrio que se asalta bancos,
Cuenta la historia que quemó a un ministerial
O no se si era un guardia de seguridad

Ya en una ocasión en asaltar la blindada,
Saco la pinche escopeta recortada,
Dice que no le dio tiempo ni de que volteara
Escucho el chasquido y le reventó la cara

Había una bala reservada para mi,
No pudo ser ese día yo me fui
No tenia muchas ganas de pistear
Y no sabía que se iban a balancear

Imaginate tener ese dinero
Y cumplir mis fantasias con muchas súper modelos,
Ahorita le hago una llamada luego, luego
Y ojalá que me de jale el mero mero

Oye mi hommie esto no es un pinche juego,
Hay que ser un gallo pa poder entrar al ruedo,
Me hizo recordar momentos de mi pasado,
Cuando mi padre llegaba... bien drogado

Golpeaba a mi mamá con el puño cerrado,
Y yo era solo un niño inofensivo y asustado,
Quisiera haber tenido la fuerza que tengo ahora
Quisiera haber tenido una pinche pistola

Había una bala reservada para mi,
No pudo ser ese día yo me fui
No tenia muchas ganas de fumar
Y no sabia que se iban a balacear

Había una bala reservada para mi,
No pudo ser ese día yo me fui
Y no sabia que se iban a balacear
Y no tenia muchas ganas de fumar
Dos horas después se escuchó la tronadera
En una casa donde había una troca afuera
Los perros son rabiosos y todos tienen hambre
Ya se esfumaron los pájaros del alambre
Prendi la tele y salio lo que temia alguien había reventado ese día,
Me recorrió una sensación por el cuerpo
Al escuchar que todos estaban muertos

Había una bala reservada para mi,
No pudo ser ese día yo me fui.
No tenia muchas ganas de fumar
Y no sabía que se iban a balacear

Había una bala reservada para mi,
No pudo ser ese día yo me fui
No tenía muchas ganas de pistear
Y no sabía que se iban a balacear

There Was a Bullet Reserved for Me

Yo, yo, yo, testing the microphone
This is underground, the trappers volume two
For all the people who support Under Side 821, here it goes

There was a bullet reserved for me,
It couldn't be that day, I left
I didn't feel like partying much
And I didn't know they were going to shoot it out

The damn cell phone alarm went off
I open my eyes, I don't want to wake up,
Why the hell am I going to get up to study,
They're going to fail me anyway

I want to be like the dude in the Silverado
With a stack of bills and a well-respected name.
Can't you see the girls that the guy has slept with
With the big fucking tits and the well-operated ass

I don't even know what his hustle is, to be honest,
It's said in the neighborhood that he robs banks,
The story goes that he burned a ministerial
Or I don't know if it was a security guard

Once, when robbing the armored truck,
He pulled out the damn sawed-off shotgun,
He says he didn't even have time to turn around
He heard the click and blew his face off

There was a bullet reserved for me,
It couldn't be that day, I left
I didn't feel like partying much
And I didn't know they were going to shoot it out

Imagine having that money
And fulfilling my fantasies with many supermodels,
I'll give him a call right now
And hopefully the big boss will give me a job

Hey homie, this is not a fucking game,
You have to be a rooster to enter the ring,
It reminded me of moments from my past,
When my father used to come home... high as a kite

He used to beat my mom with a closed fist,
And I was just a harmless and scared child,
I wish I had the strength I have now
I wish I had a fucking gun

There was a bullet reserved for me,
It couldn't be that day, I left
I didn't feel like smoking much
And I didn't know they were going to shoot it out

There was a bullet reserved for me,
It couldn't be that day, I left
And I didn't know they were going to shoot it out
And I didn't feel like smoking much
Two hours later the shooting was heard
In a house where there was a truck outside
The dogs are rabid and they are all hungry
The birds on the wire have already vanished
I turned on the TV and what I feared came out, someone had exploded that day,
A feeling ran through my body
When I heard that everyone was dead

There was a bullet reserved for me,
It couldn't be that day, I left.
I didn't feel like smoking much
And I didn't know they were going to shoot it out

There was a bullet reserved for me,
It couldn't be that day, I left
I didn't feel like partying much
And I didn't know they were going to shoot it out