Текст и перевод песни Reke - Me Quede Con el Banco

Me Quede Con el Banco

Esta canción es dedicada
Para Arveir Ángulo, El Prieto
El único rapero
Que habla por el culo
Por eso es que por la boca
Solo le sale mierda
Ahora se llama el duro
Yo creo que el no se acuerda
Cuando no era nada
Ahora sí anda
Hablando güevonadas
Y de la zona Colonial
Lo corrian a cachetadas
Porque no rapeaba
Y nadie en Petare lo respetaba
Sino pregúntale a John Primera
Y a todos los que estaban
No como el aquel me dio
El día que nos encontramos
Descuidado de espalda y con mi Chamo agarrado en la mano
Al día siguiente lo fui a buscar
Con mi bicha
Pa' Guarenas
Me dijeron que piró con policías
La propia nena
Luego te busqué pa' Birra
Para ver qué era lo tuyo
Nos dimo unas manos y yo salí
Sin un rasguño
Llegaron los pacos
Y te invite pa' una paradas pero como eres sendo cagado
Nunca hiciste nada
Luego puso en Twitter, y que me había noqueado
Eso es por la fantasía sexual que tienes con Paqueao'
Luego se fue pa' San Juan a busca' pollo de preso
Mal informándome allá y no gano nada con eso
Porque de allá mismo me llamaron para que yo hablara
Y se lo dije quiero un coliseo pa'
Verte la cara (?)
Si hablamos de barrio, en tu barrio a ti te corrieron
Por favor eso lo saben hasta los que no estuvieron
Que a ti no te quieren ni en el 24 ni el Torres
Y te van a volar la torre si no corres como Forest
Por eso es que te mudaste pal' monte
Donde estas ahorita
Y si hay una bruja en Petare
Debe estar en la dolorita (?)
Yo en mi barrio donde sea que me paro
Me respetan
Usted sigan cagandola que el estudio es su poceta
Tú te acuerdas cuando usted con un chamito se metió
Y el difunto Kraken en el Sambil
Un Lepe te metió
No hiciste nada como cuando con (?) Ardilla te pescó
Y me entregaste diciendo que el del lío solo era yo
Y salvaste tu pellejo para que a mí me mataran
Y tengo la base a la hora de poner las cosas claras
En mi casa... Mas de un año te mantuve dándote
Ropa y comida así que bájate de esa nube
Con el que me partió la frente de un botellazo
Me entre a coñazo cuando usted estaba cruzado de brazos
Y si me fueron a buscar pa' matame si lo digo
Pero por esa puerta de atrás usted piró conmigo
Cuando usted salio por mi
No mientas, no la forces
Que yo si ando empistolado desde que tengo 14
Cuento con mi pulso
Usted con el pulso de sus amigos
Que ni que me lanzen con bazooka podrán conmigo
En Guerrilla Seka a ti nadie te quería
Porque tú razonabas
Como una porquería
Todos te lo decían y tú no quisiste verlo
Y vez de hacer buena música
Me agarraste celos
Empezaste a envidiarme algo que todo el mundo supo
Porque en Guerrilla Seka yo era el mejor del grupo
Sin GSK (Guerrilla Seka) tu fueras un cero a la izquierda
Porque toda la vida tu música ha sido una mierda
Y con el cuento de (?) te querés hacer el paisano
Pero usted mejoró fue cuando oyó los aldeanos
Usted evolucionó fue de unos años pa' acá
Todo lo que aprendiste fue conmigo en GSK
Tú no tienes moral para hablar de reguetoneros
Porque mucho antes de ser rapero tú eras merenguero
Con pelos postizos y bailando coreografías
Me muero de la risa solo de acordarme de esos días
Te acuerdas aquella vez que caímos preso en Baruta
Y llorabas igualito como la propia puta
Fuimos a sacarte de la planta (?) y por agarra pistolas
No detuvieron y lloraste hasta llamaste a Lola
Tú no tienes bolas tú siempre haz sido un llorón
En las calles a ti te conocen pero por bocón
Tu en esta cultura estas parado como Chimpa Candela
Yo en esta cultura estoy parado como Nelson Mandela
Que apunta de chisme y tirándole a los hombres
Es la única manera de poner a sonar tu nombre
A veces yo pienso que quizás estaba borracho
En tirarme punta en una canción que hiciste pa' Nacho
Te llenaste de odio cuando me viste en la palicula
Y acabaste todo con tus puntas ridículas
Siempre quise preguntarte algo Arveir
Ángulo Rivas pa' tirarle a Tres Dueño
Pa' terminar mamandoselo al nigga (¿Pa' qué?)
Que después que te hice el coro te fuiste a arreglar tu línea (?)
Y yo por ti como un güevon me quedé comprometido
Cómo con libre pa' los presos que lo saqué yo solo
Yo di todo por los dos y tú no pusiste ni un bolo (Nada)
Te piraste y me dejaste una deuda de 60 palos
No sé cómo tienes tú las santas bolas de negalo
Hay papeles sellados y cuentas confirmas conjuntas
O tú crees que yo ando como tú por
Ahí lanzando puntas (Coño de tu madre)
Ahora que y que yo pedí un préstamo y no le había dicho (¡¿Ah?!)
Métele ese cuento a otro que usted no pago por bicho (Jaja, ta' bien)
Ahora te crees malandro echando plomo en tarima
Y en la calle no tienes bolas ni
Pa' jala' una china china (¿Malandra?)
Se la quiso dar de lacra comprándose un 115
Y le dijeron fue bájese si no quiere morirse
Arveir, yo a ti te asesino por ley
Tú no puedes conmigo ni en una partida de parley (No, no)
Y tú sabes que flow mierda no me mete miedo
Son puros títeres con hilos que manejan con los dedos (Mamagüevo)
Como tienen manejado (?) Al pobre (?)
Algo que ya yo predije como los (?
) Porque tú eres un lambusio pobre de tu socio un pobre perjucio
Qu te juega sucio
Ahora y que tiene dinero y a todos me cae a muela (¿Ah, si?)
Tu tienes que dejar de escuchar tanto Cosculluela
Y dejar de echarte tanta flores hablando de tus bienes
Que todo eso que mencionas en tus letras no los tienes
No me he comprado un monopatín se los compre a mi chamo
Todo se los doy a ellos porque los quiero y los amo
Y la única forma de haberse comprado una camioneta
Es porque a su hija usted no le compra ni una muñeca (Nada)
Tu llamaste a Peipe pa' que te fuera a matar a Ardilla
Y como viste paco alrededor marcaste fue la milla
El chamo te iba a hacer el coro y lo dejaste solo (Solo)
Tú nunca has sido un malandro Arveir tu eres rolo e' mongolo
De los panas tuyos todos se te han voletao'
Y ahora te piden a gritos y te quieren ver picado (Pipipipi)
Yo te rondo por tu casa y no sales de esa guarida
Y andas todo atrincherado porque temes por tu vida
Ya no hayas que hacer ni que decir en un documental echandome paja
Y que yo te mandé a matar (¿Tu eres gafo?)
Si te pasa algo no digas que fui yo que
Más de una te quiere explotar el bombillo
No te woa' seguir lanzando porque siento que me atrasas
Te tengo peor que el coleto de mi casa
Arveir Ángulo tu toda tu vida han sido un nulo
No te acuerdas en Guatire que te fue
Abordar Pirulo (¿Ah, no te acuerdas?)
Y te escondiste yo di la cara como un tipo serio
Si no hablo por ti hoy estuvieras en el cementerio
Usted nada más prende empujao' tú no te
Quedaste con el canto sino con mi güevo

I Stayed With the Bank

This song is dedicated
To Arveir Angle, The Tight
The only rapper
Talking out of his ass
That's why by the mouth
He just gets shit out of
Now it's called the hard
I think he doesn't remember
When I was nothing
Now it's on
Talking guevonadas
And the Colonial zone
They ran him to slaps
Because he wasn't rapping
And no one in Petare respected him
Ask John first.
And to all those who were
Not as he gave me
The day we met
Careless on my back and with my Boy clutched in my hand
The next day I went to look for him
With my bug
Pa' Guarenas
They told me he cheated with cops
The baby herself
Then I looked for you pa' Birra
To see what was yours
He shook hands with me and I came out.
Without a scratch
The pacos have arrived
And I invited you for a stop but since you're being shitty
You never did anything
Then he put on Twitter, and that he had knocked me out
That's because of the sexual fantasy you have with Paqueao'
Then he went to 'San Juan to look for' prisoner's chicken
Misinforming me there and I don't gain anything with that
Because they called me from right there so that I could speak
And I told him I want a colosseum pa'
To see your face (?)
If we talk about neighborhood, in your neighborhood they ran to you
Please know that even those who were not
That they don't want you either in the 24 or the Torres
And you're gonna get your tower blown off if you don't run like Forest
That's why you moved pal' monte
Where are you right now
And if there is a witch in Petare
He must be in pain (?)
Me in my neighborhood wherever I stand
They respect me
You keep shitting her that the study is your little
Do you remember when you with a little boy got into
And the late Kraken in the Sambil
A Lepe got you in
You didn't do anything like when with (?) Squirrel caught you
And you turned me in saying that the one in the mess was just me
And you saved your skin so they could kill me
And I have the foundation when it comes to setting the record straight
At my house... More than a year I kept you giving
Clothes and food so get off that cloud
With the one who broke my forehead with a bottle
I fucked up when you were crossed arms
And if they came looking for me to ' kill me if I say
But through that back door you pirated with me
When you came out for me
Don't lie, don't force her
I've been gun-toting since I was 14.
I'm counting on my pulse
You with the pulse of your friends
That even if they throw me with bazooka they won't be able to with me
In Guerrilla Seka no one wanted you
Because you reasoned
Like a piece of shit
Everyone was telling you and you didn't want to see it
And instead of making good music
You got me jealous
You started envying me something that everyone knew
Because in Guerrilla Seka I was the best of the group
Without GSK (Guerrilla Seka) you would be a zero on the left
Because all your life your music has been shit
And with the story of (?) you want to play the countryman
But you got better it was when you heard the villagers
You evolved it was a few years pa' here
Everything you learned was with me at GSK
You don't have the moral to talk about reggaeton
Because long before you were a rapper you were a merenguer
With false hairs and dancing choreographies
I'm dying of laughter just remembering those days
Do you remember that time we fell prisoner in Baruta
And you were crying just like the bitch herself
We went to get you off the plant (?) and by grab guns
They didn't stop and you cried until you called Lola
You don't have balls You've always been a crybaby
In the streets they know you but by mouth
You in this culture are standing like Chimpa Candela
I stand in this culture like Nelson Mandela
Taking aim at gossip and throwing it at men
It's the only way to make your name ring
Sometimes I think maybe I was drunk
In throwing me tip in a song that you made pa' Nacho
You were filled with hate when you saw me on the palicula
And you ended it all with your ridiculous tips
I always wanted to ask you something Arveir
Angle Rivas pa' throw to Three Owner
To end up blowing the nigga (To what?)
That after I made you the chorus you went to fix your line (?)
And I for you as a guevon I stayed committed
How with free pa' the prisoners that I took it out by myself
I gave everything for both of us and you didn't put a bolo (Nothing)
You broke up and left me a debt of 60 sticks
I don't know how you have the holy balls to deny it
There are sealed papers and joint confirmed accounts
Or do you think that I walk like you by
There throwing tips (Your mother's Pussy)
Now that and that I asked for a loan and I hadn't told him (Huh?!)
Put that story to someone else that you don't pay for bug (Haha, ta' well)
Now you think you're a prick throwing lead on stage
And on the street you have no balls and
To 'pull' a Chinese china (badass?)
He wanted to give it away by buying a 115
And they told him was get off if you don't want to die
Arveir, I kill you by law
You can't handle me even in a game of parley (No, no)
And you know that flow shit doesn't scare me
They are pure puppets with strings that they handle with their fingers (Mamagüevo)
How are they managed (?) To the poor (?)
Something that I already predicted as the (?
) Because you are a poor lambusio of your partner a poor prejudice
Who plays dirty on you
Now and that he has money and everyone falls to my teeth (Oh yeah?)
You have to stop listening to so much bullshit
And stop throwing so many flowers at you talking about your goods
That all that you mention in your lyrics you don't have
I haven't bought a skateboard I bought them from my boy
I give everything to them because I love them and I love them
And the only way to have bought a van
It's because you don't buy your daughter a doll (Anything)
You called Peipe pa' that he was going to kill you Squirrel
And as you saw paco around you marked it was the mile
The boy was going to do the chorus for you and you left him alone (Alone)
You've never been a badass Arveir you're rolo e' mongolo
Of yours, everyone has turned on you."
And now they're crying out for you and they want to see you chopped (Pipipipi)
I walk around your house and you don't leave that den
And you're all hunkered down because you're afraid for your life
You don't have to do or say anything anymore in a documentary giving me a handjob
And that I sent you to be killed (Are you gafo?)
If something happens to you don't say it was me who
More than one wants to blow the light bulb
Don't you woa' keep pitching 'cause I feel like you're holding me back
I have you worse than the bag in my house
Arveir Angle your all your life have been a null
Don't you remember in Guatire that it was
Addressing Pirulo (Oh, don't you remember?)
And you hid I came out like a serious guy
If I don't speak for you today you'd be at the cemetery
You just turn on pushao' you don't
You stayed with the singing but with my güevo