Текст и перевод песни Arte Elegante - Nadie Sabe para Quien Trabaja

Nadie Sabe para Quien Trabaja

Porque aqui nadie sabe para quien trabaja
Es asi sube sube sube y lo que sube baja
A mi hermanito le dieron de baja
Porque el perro tomo ventaja y de que sirvieron las pistolas
Si lo mataron con una navaja

Sigo viviendo las mismas situaciones muchas
Preguntas hacen los hueones si robertito le pone o no le pone
Preguntale a lo ampone, andan sacando deligencia igual que los bocone
Mi nombre no mencione,
Si no me conoce ando de los 12 la calle reconoce
Todas las canciones para las poblaciones.
Hay muchas opiniones son muchas las versiones son muchos los pescaos
Y pocos los tiburones y robandome
Unos millones voy a sentir las emociones
Que siento cuando robertito le compone bendiciones para los
Leones que estan en las prisiones y
Entroo a dejar abierto los portones
Aburrido de escuchar tanto sermones
De que venga un amigo y te traicione
En la calle eso no tan las
Condiciones le pido a dios que no me abandone.

Por que aqui nadie sabe para quien
Trabaja es asi sube sube sube y lo que sube baja
A mi hermanito le dieron de baja porque el perro tomo
Ventajaa y de que sirvieron las pistolas si lo mataron con una navaja

Andale atento a la jugada son muchas las ajiladas al rocho le
Pegaron 38 puñaladas y no sirvio de nada las pistolas los camaradas.
Los mismos socios fueron que lo usaron de carnada

Y nadie nadie a llevado flores al nicho
Nadie sabe para quien trabaja es el dicho
Escuchando chiquetete también los chichos
El rap salvo mi vida esto no es un capricho

Nadie sabe pa que trabaja a lo vio...
De que sirvio tener tanto en los bolsillos
Si tener dinero y estar solo niun brillo
Por eso no me asusto ando tranquilo y sencillo
El mas confiable al final es el que mas bombea esa es la
Posta aunque tu no me crea el mundo da vuelta y vuelta y te marea
Pero vamos duro y malo aunque la cosa este bien fea.

Nobody Knows for Whom They Work

Because here nobody knows for whom they work
It's like this, up, up, up, and what goes up comes down
My little brother was discharged
Because the dog took advantage, and what good were the guns
If they killed him with a knife

I keep living the same many situations
Dumb questions they ask if Robertito puts it in or not
Ask the big shots, they're taking out the stagecoach like the bocone
Don't mention my name,
If you don't know me, I'm from the 12th, the street knows me
All the songs for the housing projects.
There are many opinions, many versions, many catches
And few sharks and stealing from me
A few million, I'm going to feel the emotions
That I feel when Robertito composes blessings for the
Lions who are in prison and
I came in to leave the gates open
Tired of hearing so many sermons
Of a friend coming and betraying you
In the street, that's not the
Conditions I ask God not to abandon me.

Because here nobody knows for whom
They work, it's like this, up, up, up, and what goes up comes down
My little brother was discharged because the dog took
Advantage, and what good were the guns if they killed him with a knife

Stay tuned to the play, there are many tricks, they
Hit Rocho with 38 stab wounds, and the guns were no good, the comrades.
The same partners were the ones who used him as bait

And nobody, nobody has brought flowers to the niche
Nobody knows for whom they work, it's the saying
Listening to Chiquetete also Los Chichos
Rap saved my life, this is not a whim

Nobody knows what they work for...
What good was it to have so much in your pockets
If having money and being alone is no big deal
That's why I'm not scared, I'm calm and easygoing
The most reliable in the end is the one who pumps the most, that's the
Truth, even if you don't believe me, the world turns and turns and makes you dizzy
But let's go hard and bad even if things are really ugly.