More songs by Beny Jr
More songs by El Guincho
Description
Associated Performer: Beny Jr, El Guincho
Lyricist, Lead Vocalist, Associated Performer, Composer: Beny Jr
Synthesizer, Associated Performer, Programmer: El Guincho
Programmer, Producer: SHB
Composer: Pablo Díaz-Reixa
Composer, Recording Engineer: Sohaib Temssamani Takal
Composer: David Lang
Composer: Riz Ortolani
Composer: Nino Oliviero
Producer: El Guincho
Mastering Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Jaycen Joshua
Lyrics and translation
Original
Tiempos fáciles, samurái, crean hombres débiles.
Dos, dos, dos, hombres débiles, samurái, crean los difíciles.
Dos, dos, tiempos difíciles, dos, dos, crean hombres duros, samurái, hombres duros. Ay, crean tiempos fáciles!
Esta es la historia de un fulanito que le gusta vivir básico, no escucha a los mitos porque le suena a lo clásico.
Se mueve a lo fino con los planes de lunático, ya estaba cansado de este paseo por los áticos.
No dice nada si lo expulsan de la escuela, le gusta vender bolsa a los yonkis sabor puela.
No abusa de nadie y actúa como cualquiera, enemigos que los tiene en su lista como de espera.
No se pone nervioso recogiendo el coso, no quiere ser ni tiene pinta de que él es mafioso.
Enemigos y también tiene de mozo, los borra en silencio como si fuera lumoso.
Lleva una vida que se entera de lamento, haciendo miles de guerras, pero no dice lo siento.
Cambia de carro y también cambia de apartamento, luchando por su vida y no actúa de contento, yeah.
Chavos y cueros, de fiesta con bandidos y por la tarde con los buenos, y nah, dice nada bueno, la poli le hace fotos y él se lo toma a los juegos.
Lleva la corta por el lado por si asusta, misiones y las fugas en euforia, eso le gusta.
Es el caso de paquetes y de hacer la ruta, quiso subir niveles, el dinero ya lo abulta, nah.
Esta es la historia de un fulanito, vive básico, le tiran los tiros, no le dieron como mágico.
Va en carretera escuchando música clásica, hace su venganza y se marcha fuera, clásico.
He lock para protegerse, no quiere tener ni love, tiene mucha perse.
Hace sonar Nino al desvanecerse, hace sonar beatbox para que disperse la perse, la perse.
Ellos quieren ser nosotros, pero sin tener guerra, porque solo come rojo.
Tiramos unos tiros y te miramos pa' tu rostro, se ponen los disfraces y sale a cazarte los monstruos.
Wow, él escuchó solo un no, mira pa' su lado, pero no creyó, era su amigo que lo traicionó.
Se despide y le dispara, pero sin perdón.
Fallé en la uni y no logré tener un máster, ahora están rogando por comprarme solo un máster.
Tú no eres hombre porque te manda tu máster, tú puedes nombrarme que yo regalo un desastre.
Te apoyan, te pagan, puesto en la pantalla, tu dinerito, las multis se lo pasan.
Yo no tengo apoyo, solo trabajo para Madrid, Dios me la proteja y luego veré si me salvaré. Voy con la G, nunca la
P, yo ni noté cuando yo me pegué.
Eso es la B, suena lo G, ni me bajé cuando allá la monté. Me llevaron preso, no lo conté, salgo medio ileso, que hay en la fiorenze.
Solo soy humano, aka como Bruce Wayne, nunca te despistes, brr, que todo okey, okey.
Yo no me puedo ceder, no, yo no me dejo vender, muchos deseando verme a mí caer. No, no, antes vamos a tumbar a Milei.
Debo de hacer cosas que no quiero, pero yo no me venzo ni mi tiempo me lo mero.
Si no me muero, compro casi todo el mundo entero. Ya le compré una pieza a mi reina cromo negro. Fiti, LF. Fiti, que. . .
Tiro.
Es la G. Cinco K.
Con la B. Por una dora. Ah, ah, ah. Movado.
G Lock.
Movado.
English translation
Easy times, samurai, create weak men.
Two, two, two, weak men, samurai, create the difficult ones.
Two, two, hard times, two, two, create hard men, samurai, hard men. Oh, they create easy times!
This is the story of a guy who likes to live basic, he doesn't listen to myths because it sounds classical to him.
He moves in fine detail with the lunatic plans, he was already tired of this walk through the attics.
He doesn't say anything if he gets expelled from school, he likes to sell money to junkies with a bad taste.
He doesn't abuse anyone and acts like anyone, enemies he has on his waiting list.
He doesn't get nervous picking up the thing, he doesn't want to be and doesn't look like he's a mafia member.
Enemies and he also has a young man, he silently erases them as if he were brilliant.
He leads a life full of regret, waging thousands of wars, but he doesn't say sorry.
He changes cars and also changes apartments, fighting for his life and he doesn't act happy, yeah.
Chavos and leathers, partying with bandits and in the afternoon with the good guys, and nah, he says nothing good, the cops take photos of him and he takes it to the games.
He wears the short one on the side in case it scares him, missions and escapes in euphoria, he likes that.
It's the case of packages and taking the route, he wanted to go up levels, the money already abounds, nah.
This is the story of a guy, he lives basic, they shoot him, they didn't hit him like magic.
He goes on the road listening to classical music, takes his revenge and leaves, classic.
He has lock to protect himself, he doesn't want to have or love, he has a lot of perse.
He makes Nino sound when he fades, he makes beatbox sound so that he disperses the perse, the perse.
They want to be us, but without having war, because they only eat red.
We shoot a few shots and look at your face, they put on the costumes and the monsters go out to hunt you down.
Wow, he only heard a no, look at his side, but he didn't believe, it was his friend who betrayed him.
He says goodbye and shoots him, but without forgiveness.
I failed uni and didn't manage to get a master's degree, now they are begging to buy me just a master's degree.
You are not a man because your master's degree tells you, you can tell me that I give away a disaster.
They support you, they pay you, put on the screen, your little money, the crowds pass it on to them.
I have no support, I only work for Madrid, God protect me and then I will see if I will be saved. I go with the G, never the
P, I didn't even notice when I hit myself.
That's the B, it sounds like the G, I didn't even get off when I rode it there. They took me prisoner, I didn't tell it, I came out half unharmed, what is there in the fiorenze.
I'm only human, aka like Bruce Wayne, never get lost, brr, everything's okay, okay.
I cannot give in, no, I do not allow myself to be sold, many wishing to see me fall. No, no, first let's knock down Milei.
I must do things I don't want to, but I don't beat myself up nor do I waste my time.
If I don't die, I'll buy almost the entire world. I already bought a piece for my black chrome queen. Fiti, LF. Fiti, what. . .
Shot.
It's G. Five K.
With the B. For a dora. Ah, ah, ah. Movado.
G Lock.
Movado.