He visto todas las reacciones y ni entiendo que dice pero esta es la mejor..... soy colombiano pero me siento orgulloso de residente, creo que esta pela que le pego a balvin una gran cantidad la esperábamos y la queríamos....grande RESIDENTE
Este youtuber es el youtuber anglo parlante al que más me cuesta entender lo que dice, pero disfruto mucho sus reacciones igual 😁 creo que es su personalidad, es muy alegre y divertido.
In the first chapters he is fussing todays urban genre and bosses. The last chapter was to a specific person. The hook basically means that he is not even trying, that he is doing that casually just for fun. He is the Latin Eminem, but he is shut out of major platforms because he does not play by the rules set out. He is very political and speaks out to fight injustice. When 43 students were kidnapped (by the government) and disappeared after a strike in Mexico, he had been invited to the Grammys under the condition that he not speak about the kidnapping. While on stage, he took off his shirt to reveal another shirt underneath with the number 43 cut out. His songs have great rhymes that have meaningful message behind them. In this session he used one of the best books ever written in Spanish (Don Quixote) to show the intellect behind the writing. The third chapter is named after a chapter in the book.
A mi me pasa con este hombre lo mismo que él con René no le entiendo nada, pero si veo que lo disfruta y lo disfruta a lo grande. He visto su reacción ya tres veces 🤣😘
Residente has won 29 Grammy Latin Awards!!!!! He dishes J Balvin in this song smocked him when they first met and broke a pact they made after their Latin Grammys spat.Residente suggested it was manipulation and a way of weaponizing mental health to get what he wanted; he also claimed that Balvin had used his battles with depression to sell a documentary that he alleges is filled with lies. The running theme in the interview was how Residente felt Balvin was constantly playing dirty to get ahead in the industry. He mentioned that he’d heard Balvin rushed to drop the video for his Tokischa collaboration “Perra” before Rosalía could release “Linda,” a song she’d been planning with Tokischa. “In that time, Rosalía was coming out with her video, and he came and bam! He put his down first, just to fuck around,” Residente said. He added, “He wants to be the first and make history. He’s so stupid that because he wants to make history, he uploaded an award they gave him for being an Afro-Latino when he’s white.”
This is respect to the pen and paper of so many artists that don’t get the credit from a industry that has become so auto tunes that don’t know what is real o fake🤮☠️ Residente is letting the industry know that they harming the real artists! ✌🏾🍾🌞🌻🪓⚒
(This is a pretty accurate translation I made of the lyrics, so enjoy) [Chapter One: In a place of La Mancha] I'm a little bit uneasy while I keep watch on the Urban genre, rearing the sight like a crocodile in the Nile River, settling a couple pending scores before Milo comes... Sitting on a chair under an umbrella, wearing a tank, with the dog BITING my shoes, burping tortillas with butter toasts, aiming at the horizon with an unscoped rifle. While I talk to myself like Don Quixote, with beer foam in the mustache, waiting for these hotdogs to exit the cabin like an outbreak, before their boat sinks, but as always the sh!t breaks out, I'm ready to hit these suckers until my shell runs empty. Today I pull down their marketing on a go, like we pulled down the statues of Christopher Colombus. I break these junks, like a rocker in the 80's breaking his guitar. With the Resi' you crap yourself. Even my verses became alcoholic... because there're too many bars! I come from the heat, from Trujillo (PR), the drums on the streets sound: "RU-PUM-PUM-PUM!" There's no discussion! Even my brother Don (Omar), knows that in the rap, there's only one King Kong! Sending fire! This is Wild Lion, there's no kidding. Like in the days of (Julio) Voltio with Tego (Calderon). You and I are not the same. I don't believe in the stars of the digital platforms, nor your billboards of cake cream, nor you Instagram stories about D&G and Cartier. I only believe in my level, and the carbon of my pencil... running over the paper! [Hook] I do this... To have fun To have fun To have fun Since I'm leaving right now... I'm taking a couple ones before I leave. [Chapter Two: My lyrics are my weapons] Today I bang the industry of fame, until breaking the bed springs. When my wording spills I bang them without pajamas, vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle. In the dissings... I'm the terror of terrors from this era, for these losers, the springtimes are no longer multicolor... because where I throw a punchline, the flowers stop growing! They're fifth-rate artists who write less, than a pen without ink. When they see me, decompose themselves pale white color... like the fake teeth they put in. When the cap with the [R] comes close to the entire stage, there starts to smell like a peasant farm because these fake rappers become hens with my rhyme, when I impose discipline like in China, my retina only sees heads rolling downhill, the French Revolution with the guillotine. Burning showcases, I go all in, going over, with a bottle, a towel and gasoline, like in Palestine. I do it easy like peeling tangerine, comfortable like a seat when reclines. I'm (Carlos) Correa, (Javy) Baez and (Francisco) Lindor, routine Double-Play. This is not through Instagram... THIS IS SOLVED IN THE BOOTH! I kill them tying my right and left hands, singing kid songs jumping the rope. There's no break that I lose. If I put them all into a blender, I get a SH!TSHAKE! Fo' 2 minutes of a song, they have 20 songwriters. Even the managers are composers. $500 for a ticket, gentlemen, to see them hopping like a jackáss dressed in colors! The Auto-Tune and Playback ON! These fools sing even with the microphone off. You can't be the leader, champion of champions, if they wrote all your FOKING SONGS! A well made hotdog is delicious. The problem is that's not cooked... by these liars. These bums are sweet-tooth. They don't take the dish to your table, and steal the waiter's tip! And they're not embarrased, that's the shameful thing. The bees make honey but the bear eats it. The respect is not bought by being talented. One thing's being artist, another one's being famous! There's a cleaning to be done. Much delusion of grandeur, little skill. This just begins, and I'm still with my first BEER! [Dialogue] - Residente: Gabriel. Is okay like this? - Brother: For real, it's pretty sh!tty, mf. But if you diss J Balvin, I may like it. - Residente: No! Not J Balvin, mf! A dummy, that mf! ... - Residente: Fine. Let's. [Chapter Three: The Knight of Mirrors] I'm gonna lower myself with a dummy, who sings to Sponge Bob and Pokemon. The copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of Reggaeton! This is lower than ejaculating without erection. Like they said to him: "Josecito, you lack of streets, that's why you have soft nuckles." With only a video I bury this calf, and I make him upload photos with his dog. This coward young lamb is like a vegan breakfast... without eggs (guts/nuts). The (colombian) people struggling, being killed (by government) and the guy uploads a photo of Gandhi praying. LYING JACKÁSS, pretends to be spiritual, using mental health to sell a documentary. You're more false than a hotdog without ketchup nor bun. More false than DJ Luian's abs! The buddy's so insecure, that has to be posting on Instagram of how much bux he earns. Doesn't understand the values of life, has to tatoo on himself, the "loyalty" word... because he forgets it! He's a jerk with hair dye who put on black women, dogchains on their necks. A white boy who lost his path. All a divine, accepting his Afro-Latino award. One day he said he wanted to make Reggaeton, being frank, after discovering that Daddy Yankee was white! My pal, worst and most serious thing, is this jackáss being racist and doesn't even know it. The history will slap your face at the name of all who, under abuse, harvested cotton. And another slap, at the name of all who've had to double-battle within Reggaeton: Myke Towers, Sech, Choquibtown, Rafa Pabon, Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcangel, Tego Calderon. They're a lot who, without thinking, you put under the drawer. In your colored rainbow, there's no BROWN! A sacrilege, this school white boy still doesn't understand the foking privilege. But what do you expect from this loser, raised by his father, a frustrated influencer. In Puerto Rico, to be accepted in the Reggaeton... he swallowed more load than a condom. By each blow he stepped a stair up, each day disguised with a different color like a chameleon. What Ruben (Blades) said, the resident still stands for: "Although you change of colors, I always know where you come through." The chameleons only look after their own navel. They become friends even with their enemies. Nothing but with this witness. "The business is business, partner. In the business, there're no friends." My thing's no business. We are different. For the music, I put my heart to the front. My billboards are held by the people, next to my lyrics on each banner to takedown a president! I'm not the most famous of the whole circuit, but I crack, in 20, your favorite rapper! What I said in "Calma Pueblo," I repeat: "With me, you eat, even though you have no apetite!" I don't do this to give you advices, nor abuse you even though this is uneven. Today I skin you, so those who buy your hotdog shirt... feel so jackáss! This is for the kids, for the respect all those who write deserve. The Formula 1's are as tourists, they race no more... because I JUST BROKE THE TRACK! [Final words] Well... I already took them.
This is a pretty accurate translation of the lyrics: [Chapter One: In a place of La Mancha] I'm a little bit uneasy while I keep watch on the Urban genre, rearing the sight like a crocodile in the Nile River, settling a couple pending scores before Milo comes... Sitting on a chair under an umbrella, wearing a tank, with the dog BITING my shoes, burping tortillas with butter toasts, aiming at the horizon with an unscoped rifle. While I talk to myself like Don Quixote, with beer foam in the mustache, waiting for these hotdogs to exit the cabin like an outbreak, before their boat sinks, but as always the sh!t breaks out, I'm ready to hit these suckers until my shell runs empty. Today I pull down their marketing on a go, like we pulled down the statues of Christopher Colombus. I break these junks, like a rocker in the 80's breaking his guitar. With the Resi' you crap yourself. Even my verses became alcoholic... because there're too many bars! I come from the heat, from Trujillo (PR), the drums on the streets sound: "RU-PUM-PUM-PUM!" There's no discussion! Even my brother Don (Omar), knows that in the rap, there's only one King Kong! Sending fire! This is Wild Lion, there's no kidding. Like in the days of (Julio) Voltio with Tego (Calderon). You and I are not the same. I don't believe in the stars of the digital platforms, nor your billboards of cake cream, nor you Instagram stories about D&G and Cartier. I only believe in my level, and the carbon of my pencil... running over the paper! [Hook] I do this... To have fun To have fun To have fun Since I'm leaving right now... I'm taking a couple ones before I leave. [Chapter Two: My lyrics are my weapons] Today I bang the industry of fame, until breaking the bed springs. When my wording spills I bang them without pajamas, vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle. In the dissings... I'm the terror of terrors from this era, for these losers, the springtimes are no longer multicolor... because where I throw a punchline, the flowers stop growing! They're fifth-rate artists who write less, than a pen without ink. When they see me, decompose themselves pale white color... like the fake teeth they put in. When the cap with the [R] comes close to the entire stage, there starts to smell like a peasant farm because these fake rappers become hens with my rhyme, when I impose discipline like in China, my retina only sees heads rolling downhill, the French Revolution with the guillotine. Burning showcases, I go all in, going over, with a bottle, a towel and gasoline, like in Palestine. I do it easy like peeling tangerine, comfortable like a seat when reclines. I'm (Carlos) Correa, (Javy) Baez and (Francisco) Lindor, routine Double-Play. This is not through Instagram... THIS IS SOLVED IN THE BOOTH! I kill them tying my right and left hands, singing kid songs jumping the rope. There's no break that I lose. If I put them all into a blender, I get a SH!TSHAKE! Fo' 2 minutes of a song, they have 20 songwriters. Even the managers are composers. $500 for a ticket, gentlemen, to see them hopping like a jackáss dressed in colors! The Auto-Tune and Playback ON! These fools sing even with the microphone off. You can't be the leader, champion of champions, if they wrote all your FOKING SONGS! A well made hotdog is delicious. The problem is that's not cooked... by these liars. These bums are sweet-tooth. They don't take the dish to your table, and steal the waiter's tip! And they're not embarrased, that's the shameful thing. The bees make honey but the bear eats it. The respect is not bought by being talented. One thing's being artist, another one's being famous! There's a cleaning to be done. Much delusion of grandeur, little skill. This just begins, and I'm still with my first BEER! [Dialogue] - Residente: Gabriel. Is okay like this? - Brother: For real, it's pretty sh!tty, mf. But if you diss J Balvin, I may like it. - Residente: No! Not J Balvin, mf! A dummy, that mf! ... - Residente: Fine. Let's. [Chapter Three: The Knight of Mirrors] I'm gonna lower myself with a dummy, who sings to Sponge Bob and Pokemon. The copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of Reggaeton! This is lower than ejaculating without erection. Like they said to him: "Josecito, you lack of streets, that's why you have soft nuckles." With only a video I bury this calf, and I make him upload photos with his dog. This coward young lamb is like a vegan breakfast... without eggs (guts/nuts). The (colombian) people struggling, being killed (by government) and the guy uploads a photo of Gandhi praying. LYING JACKÁSS, pretends to be spiritual, using mental health to sell a documentary. You're more false than a hotdog without ketchup nor bun. More false than DJ Luian's abs! The buddy's so insecure, that has to be posting on Instagram of how much bux he earns. Doesn't understand the values of life, has to tatoo on himself, the "loyalty" word... because he forgets it! He's a jerk with hair dye who put on black women, dogchains on their necks. A white boy who lost his path. All a divine, accepting his Afro-Latino award. One day he said he wanted to make Reggaeton, being frank, after discovering that Daddy Yankee was white! My pal, worst and most serious thing, is this jackáss being racist and doesn't even know it. The history will slap your face at the name of all who, under abuse, harvested cotton. And another slap, at the name of all who've had to double-battle within Reggaeton: Myke Towers, Sech, Choquibtown, Rafa Pabon, Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcangel, Tego Calderon. They're a lot who, without thinking, you put under the drawer. In your colored rainbow, there's no BROWN! A sacrilege, this school white boy still doesn't understand the foking privilege. But what do you expect from this loser, raised by his father, a frustrated influencer. In Puerto Rico, to be accepted in the Reggaeton... he swallowed more load than a condom. By each blow he stepped a stair up, each day disguised with a different color like a chameleon. What Ruben (Blades) said, the resident still stands for: "Although you change of colors, I always know where you come through." The chameleons only look after their own navel. They become friends even with their enemies. Nothing but with this witness. "The business is business, partner. In the business, there're no friends." My thing's no business. We are different. For the music, I put my heart to the front. My billboards are held by the people, next to my lyrics on each banner to takedown a president! I'm not the most famous of the whole circuit, but I crack, in 20, your favorite rapper! What I said in "Calma Pueblo," I repeat: "With me, you eat, even though you have no apetite!" I don't do this to give you advices, nor abuse you even though this is uneven. Today I skin you, so those who buy your hotdog shirt... feel so jackáss! This is for the kids, for the respect all those who write deserve. The Formula 1's are as tourists, they race no more... because I JUST BROKE THE TRACK! [Final words] Well... I already took them.
🤣🤣 Enjoy this reaction a lot . I e seen alot. Hey now reaction to his new song LAS Americas. I've see lots of whites bring offended. They bless to be born privilege. They have no idea what it is to be a real American
The captions needs a better translation, to be honest you kinda get the general gist but what he is saying gains more impact if you get the correct translation
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I love that you don’t speak Spanish, but you feel the rhythm and lyric. Thanks
I understand it I leave around all Spanish my wife PR 😂
NO HABLES ESPAÑOL
@@MissJaiReactz Good reaction. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Pleas react to residente's newest video: THIS IS NOT AMERICA. Thank's for your awareness.
He visto todas las reacciones y ni entiendo que dice pero esta es la mejor..... soy colombiano pero me siento orgulloso de residente, creo que esta pela que le pego a balvin una gran cantidad la esperábamos y la queríamos....grande RESIDENTE
jajajaja la verdad si, este man siempre está borroso pero como las goza 😂
hasta samuel jackson reacciona a residente jajaja
Estamos tan enfermos con la canción que vemos reacciones que ni están en español JAJAJAJ
Genio René
Ahora que la gente mandé a la mierda a los que no son reales y no quede como cada rola de protesta, solo ahí.
Me encantó su reacción señor 🥺
Thanks for your support
@@KricSmith 🥺
Me encanto esta video reacción genial
Feliz de que Residente , lo haya hecho increíble, increíble, dice lo que muchos pensamos sobre Balvin 😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃
No entiendo nada de lo que dice pero solo lo veo por sus reacciones y como lo vive
My bless to BoogieTyme
Thanks bro
Residente pega duro
Thanks for reacting to the lyrics! Now your reactions are PERFECT! Cheers, and subscribed!
Thanks
Este youtuber es el youtuber anglo parlante al que más me cuesta entender lo que dice, pero disfruto mucho sus reacciones igual 😁 creo que es su personalidad, es muy alegre y divertido.
Buena reacción boogie 🔥🔥🔥
Thanks 🙏
In the first chapters he is fussing todays urban genre and bosses.
The last chapter was to a specific person.
The hook basically means that he is not even trying, that he is doing that casually just for fun.
He is the Latin Eminem, but he is shut out of major platforms because he does not play by the rules set out. He is very political and speaks out to fight injustice. When 43 students were kidnapped (by the government) and disappeared after a strike in Mexico, he had been invited to the Grammys under the condition that he not speak about the kidnapping. While on stage, he took off his shirt to reveal another shirt underneath with the number 43 cut out.
His songs have great rhymes that have meaningful message behind them. In this session he used one of the best books ever written in Spanish (Don Quixote) to show the intellect behind the writing. The third chapter is named after a chapter in the book.
Salute
El caballero de los espejos ...
🇦🇷🔥RENE TE AMO!!
Alta foto
Great reaction, big hug from Puerto Rico
Thanks
Really?...
ep pero waroo !!! lo amo a este negro !
eres el puto amo bro, saludos brooo buena reaccion
Thanks
JAJA ERES INCREÍBLE ,SALUDOS
Boogie querido ! Que alegría volver a verte.. un grande !!
this man deserves more viwers! Saludos 🇺🇾
Thanks bro I have another channel 😂
Residente puro flow 🙌🏼🔥
Yesssss
Hola bebeta
Great reaction like always Boogie. Just to provide some context this was a diss track from Residente towards J Balvin.
Supp
Bien ahí mi loco, pa poner contexto y no te la comas sin pretexto
In the hoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood! Cheers Boogie my friend!
Keep it hood
Gran video reacción.
Residente es el mejor rapero Latinoamericano.
Saludos y bendiciones 🙏
The best reacción that I saw today, I’m a new subscriber!
THANKS
Awesome reaction! Hood is hood, no matter where!
I love you Boogie Time, greetings from Mexico
wasaaa wasaaa wasaaaaaa Geniow !!!!!
Hey great reaction! greetings from Argentine
Excelente reacción broh 🤜🏾🤛🏾 saludos from Argentina.
Mucha verdad en una sola sesión de #bzrp & #Residente #Rene 🔥👏🏻✊🏽
Thanks for watching
LO ESTABA ESPERANDO
Me too
" E VEL DEL WALO COMBO WOMBO COMO"
Blessings from Puerto Rico 🇵🇷
This reaction is LIFE HAHAHAHAHA
Amazing reaction! 🔥
Come on!!! Saludos de Uruguay 🇺🇾
Salute
Saludos de Chile bestia 🔥🇨🇱
Siempre hay uno
JAJAJAJA me encantó esta reacción ❤️😂
Lo quiero mucho señor
Thanks 😊
Que pasa amigoou, sos un GENIO boggie!
DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMN IT SR! what a great reaction!! hahahaha you really know!
First time in this channel, greetings from Puerto Rico🇵🇷🔥✌🏻
Thanks for your support
Aparte de tooooodo lo que le agradezco a Residente, ahora le agradezco profundamente el haber encontrado a este man! Jajaaaaa! Lo máx!
The boogie power!
This reaction gotta be on top 10
Thanks por react One More Time my Hooudreaction, wasawasawasaaa
hermano me encantan tus reacciones, saludos desde monterrey mex.
This Man! straight spit fire!!!
You are the Best my friend
My bro
🇵🇷 Residente Evil 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
Yes sir
Que alguien le enseñe inglés ya por favor!!! Aguante Boogie desde ARG.🇦🇷
That foo goes off in that song, I done heard it multiple times.
Genial tu reacción!!! Te sigo
Brhuuuu this was so coolllllll!!! 🔥
no entendi nada pero se le nota la emocion
😂 thanks for supporting
Grande boogie👍🏼👍🏼👍🏼🔥
Supppp
Hey I saw you singing the chorus.... Soo cool
R.I.P🙏 J BALVIN 💀
Sessions epic 🔥👏🏻✊🏽#Residente #bzrp
Got him
great reaction
Thanks 🙏
Amazing reaction ! ❤️❤️❤️You give me Samuel L. Jackson’s vibe!
I love you so much 😂😜 you really make my days with your reactions.
Jajajajana u are dope 🔥🔥🔥
Klk wawawa estamos activo desde la República Dominica
Awebo estaba esperando tu reaccion mi boogie 🤣🤣🔥🔥🔥
AWEBO ? 😂 ES A HUEVO 🍳 😂
@@lilyj9924 😂
Thanks
Good🔥🔥🔥🔥👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼
Hala hala JAJAJAJAJAJA saludos de Argentina 🇦🇷
Che
@@KricSmith Jjaajajajaj
@@Itrio3 😂
A mi me pasa con este hombre lo mismo que él con René no le entiendo nada, pero si veo que lo disfruta y lo disfruta a lo grande. He visto su reacción ya tres veces 🤣😘
Nice reaction bro, I loved this song
Residente has won 29 Grammy Latin Awards!!!!! He dishes J Balvin in this song smocked him when they first met and broke a pact they made after their Latin Grammys spat.Residente suggested it was manipulation and a way of weaponizing mental health to get what he wanted; he also claimed that Balvin had used his battles with depression to sell a documentary that he alleges is filled with lies. The running theme in the interview was how Residente felt Balvin was constantly playing dirty to get ahead in the industry. He mentioned that he’d heard Balvin rushed to drop the video for his Tokischa collaboration “Perra” before Rosalía could release “Linda,” a song she’d been planning with Tokischa. “In that time, Rosalía was coming out with her video, and he came and bam! He put his down first, just to fuck around,” Residente said. He added, “He wants to be the first and make history. He’s so stupid that because he wants to make history, he uploaded an award they gave him for being an Afro-Latino when he’s white.”
❤️🇵🇷🔥🔥🔥🔥👍🏻
This is respect to the pen and paper of so many artists that don’t get the credit from a industry that has become so auto tunes that don’t know what is real o fake🤮☠️ Residente is letting the industry know that they harming the real artists! ✌🏾🍾🌞🌻🪓⚒
Love it
Increíble 😎😎😎😎
Me encanta tus reacciones aunque no entienda mucho inglés los disfruto mucho te recomendaría la canción de te ft kaleb di masi que se llama dale dale
Me rocking this while dusting off my spanish Rosetta stone
🥇🏆🔥🔥🔥
i love your reacction man
no caza un fulbo, pero es un genio! ♥
Mal xd
🖤✨
Hola boogie u are great doing reactions 🤣
(This is a pretty accurate translation I made of the lyrics, so enjoy)
[Chapter One: In a place of La Mancha]
I'm a little bit uneasy while I keep watch on the Urban genre, rearing the sight like a crocodile in the Nile River, settling a couple pending scores before Milo comes...
Sitting on a chair under an umbrella, wearing a tank, with the dog BITING my shoes, burping tortillas with butter toasts, aiming at the horizon with an unscoped rifle.
While I talk to myself like Don Quixote, with beer foam in the mustache, waiting for these hotdogs to exit the cabin like an outbreak, before their boat sinks, but as always the sh!t breaks out, I'm ready to hit these suckers until my shell runs empty.
Today I pull down their marketing on a go, like we pulled down the statues of Christopher Colombus.
I break these junks, like a rocker in the 80's breaking his guitar. With the Resi' you crap yourself. Even my verses became alcoholic... because there're too many bars!
I come from the heat, from Trujillo (PR), the drums on the streets sound: "RU-PUM-PUM-PUM!"
There's no discussion! Even my brother Don (Omar), knows that in the rap, there's only one King Kong!
Sending fire! This is Wild Lion, there's no kidding. Like in the days of (Julio) Voltio with Tego (Calderon).
You and I are not the same. I don't believe in the stars of the digital platforms, nor your billboards of cake cream, nor you Instagram stories about D&G and Cartier. I only believe in my level, and the carbon of my pencil... running over the paper!
[Hook]
I do this...
To have fun
To have fun
To have fun
Since I'm leaving right now...
I'm taking a couple ones before I leave.
[Chapter Two: My lyrics are my weapons]
Today I bang the industry of fame, until breaking the bed springs. When my wording spills I bang them without pajamas, vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle.
In the dissings... I'm the terror of terrors from this era, for these losers, the springtimes are no longer multicolor... because where I throw a punchline, the flowers stop growing!
They're fifth-rate artists who write less, than a pen without ink. When they see me, decompose themselves pale white color... like the fake teeth they put in.
When the cap with the [R] comes close to the entire stage, there starts to smell like a peasant farm because these fake rappers become hens with my rhyme, when I impose discipline like in China, my retina only sees heads rolling downhill, the French Revolution with the guillotine. Burning showcases, I go all in, going over, with a bottle, a towel and gasoline, like in Palestine. I do it easy like peeling tangerine, comfortable like a seat when reclines. I'm (Carlos) Correa, (Javy) Baez and (Francisco) Lindor, routine Double-Play. This is not through Instagram... THIS IS SOLVED IN THE BOOTH!
I kill them tying my right and left hands, singing kid songs jumping the rope. There's no break that I lose. If I put them all into a blender, I get a SH!TSHAKE!
Fo' 2 minutes of a song, they have 20 songwriters. Even the managers are composers. $500 for a ticket, gentlemen, to see them hopping like a jackáss dressed in colors!
The Auto-Tune and Playback ON! These fools sing even with the microphone off. You can't be the leader, champion of champions, if they wrote all your FOKING SONGS!
A well made hotdog is delicious. The problem is that's not cooked... by these liars. These bums are sweet-tooth. They don't take the dish to your table, and steal the waiter's tip! And they're not embarrased, that's the shameful thing. The bees make honey but the bear eats it. The respect is not bought by being talented. One thing's being artist, another one's being famous!
There's a cleaning to be done. Much delusion of grandeur, little skill. This just begins, and I'm still with my first BEER!
[Dialogue]
- Residente: Gabriel. Is okay like this?
- Brother: For real, it's pretty sh!tty, mf. But if you diss J Balvin, I may like it.
- Residente: No! Not J Balvin, mf! A dummy, that mf!
...
- Residente: Fine. Let's.
[Chapter Three: The Knight of Mirrors]
I'm gonna lower myself with a dummy, who sings to Sponge Bob and Pokemon. The copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of Reggaeton! This is lower than ejaculating without erection.
Like they said to him: "Josecito, you lack of streets, that's why you have soft nuckles." With only a video I bury this calf, and I make him upload photos with his dog. This coward young lamb is like a vegan breakfast... without eggs (guts/nuts). The (colombian) people struggling, being killed (by government) and the guy uploads a photo of Gandhi praying.
LYING JACKÁSS, pretends to be spiritual, using mental health to sell a documentary. You're more false than a hotdog without ketchup nor bun. More false than DJ Luian's abs!
The buddy's so insecure, that has to be posting on Instagram of how much bux he earns. Doesn't understand the values of life, has to tatoo on himself, the "loyalty" word... because he forgets it!
He's a jerk with hair dye who put on black women, dogchains on their necks. A white boy who lost his path. All a divine, accepting his Afro-Latino award. One day he said he wanted to make Reggaeton, being frank, after discovering that Daddy Yankee was white! My pal, worst and most serious thing, is this jackáss being racist and doesn't even know it.
The history will slap your face at the name of all who, under abuse, harvested cotton. And another slap, at the name of all who've had to double-battle within Reggaeton: Myke Towers, Sech, Choquibtown, Rafa Pabon, Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcangel, Tego Calderon. They're a lot who, without thinking, you put under the drawer. In your colored rainbow, there's no BROWN!
A sacrilege, this school white boy still doesn't understand the foking privilege. But what do you expect from this loser, raised by his father, a frustrated influencer. In Puerto Rico, to be accepted in the Reggaeton... he swallowed more load than a condom. By each blow he stepped a stair up, each day disguised with a different color like a chameleon.
What Ruben (Blades) said, the resident still stands for: "Although you change of colors, I always know where you come through." The chameleons only look after their own navel. They become friends even with their enemies. Nothing but with this witness. "The business is business, partner. In the business, there're no friends."
My thing's no business. We are different. For the music, I put my heart to the front. My billboards are held by the people, next to my lyrics on each banner to takedown a president!
I'm not the most famous of the whole circuit, but I crack, in 20, your favorite rapper! What I said in "Calma Pueblo," I repeat: "With me, you eat, even though you have no apetite!"
I don't do this to give you advices, nor abuse you even though this is uneven. Today I skin you, so those who buy your hotdog shirt... feel so jackáss! This is for the kids, for the respect all those who write deserve.
The Formula 1's are as tourists, they race no more... because I JUST BROKE THE TRACK!
[Final words]
Well...
I already took them.
😂🤣🤣🤣😅😆😆😆😁😄😄😄⚰⚰⚰⚰lo mató
@QuezzyTheCEO necesitamos un crossover entre Quezzy y este Señor!! 🔥🔥🔥
Right
I second the motion 👋🏼
Todo lo que residente dijo,es la 👍verdad
A este man no le hace falta beef,con el humo que sale de lo que se fuma mata media humanidad🤣
This is a pretty accurate translation of the lyrics:
[Chapter One: In a place of La Mancha]
I'm a little bit uneasy while I keep watch on the Urban genre, rearing the sight like a crocodile in the Nile River, settling a couple pending scores before Milo comes...
Sitting on a chair under an umbrella, wearing a tank, with the dog BITING my shoes, burping tortillas with butter toasts, aiming at the horizon with an unscoped rifle.
While I talk to myself like Don Quixote, with beer foam in the mustache, waiting for these hotdogs to exit the cabin like an outbreak, before their boat sinks, but as always the sh!t breaks out, I'm ready to hit these suckers until my shell runs empty.
Today I pull down their marketing on a go, like we pulled down the statues of Christopher Colombus.
I break these junks, like a rocker in the 80's breaking his guitar. With the Resi' you crap yourself. Even my verses became alcoholic... because there're too many bars!
I come from the heat, from Trujillo (PR), the drums on the streets sound: "RU-PUM-PUM-PUM!"
There's no discussion! Even my brother Don (Omar), knows that in the rap, there's only one King Kong!
Sending fire! This is Wild Lion, there's no kidding. Like in the days of (Julio) Voltio with Tego (Calderon).
You and I are not the same. I don't believe in the stars of the digital platforms, nor your billboards of cake cream, nor you Instagram stories about D&G and Cartier. I only believe in my level, and the carbon of my pencil... running over the paper!
[Hook]
I do this...
To have fun
To have fun
To have fun
Since I'm leaving right now...
I'm taking a couple ones before I leave.
[Chapter Two: My lyrics are my weapons]
Today I bang the industry of fame, until breaking the bed springs. When my wording spills I bang them without pajamas, vertical and horizontal, like in a crossword puzzle.
In the dissings... I'm the terror of terrors from this era, for these losers, the springtimes are no longer multicolor... because where I throw a punchline, the flowers stop growing!
They're fifth-rate artists who write less, than a pen without ink. When they see me, decompose themselves pale white color... like the fake teeth they put in.
When the cap with the [R] comes close to the entire stage, there starts to smell like a peasant farm because these fake rappers become hens with my rhyme, when I impose discipline like in China, my retina only sees heads rolling downhill, the French Revolution with the guillotine. Burning showcases, I go all in, going over, with a bottle, a towel and gasoline, like in Palestine. I do it easy like peeling tangerine, comfortable like a seat when reclines. I'm (Carlos) Correa, (Javy) Baez and (Francisco) Lindor, routine Double-Play. This is not through Instagram... THIS IS SOLVED IN THE BOOTH!
I kill them tying my right and left hands, singing kid songs jumping the rope. There's no break that I lose. If I put them all into a blender, I get a SH!TSHAKE!
Fo' 2 minutes of a song, they have 20 songwriters. Even the managers are composers. $500 for a ticket, gentlemen, to see them hopping like a jackáss dressed in colors!
The Auto-Tune and Playback ON! These fools sing even with the microphone off. You can't be the leader, champion of champions, if they wrote all your FOKING SONGS!
A well made hotdog is delicious. The problem is that's not cooked... by these liars. These bums are sweet-tooth. They don't take the dish to your table, and steal the waiter's tip! And they're not embarrased, that's the shameful thing. The bees make honey but the bear eats it. The respect is not bought by being talented. One thing's being artist, another one's being famous!
There's a cleaning to be done. Much delusion of grandeur, little skill. This just begins, and I'm still with my first BEER!
[Dialogue]
- Residente: Gabriel. Is okay like this?
- Brother: For real, it's pretty sh!tty, mf. But if you diss J Balvin, I may like it.
- Residente: No! Not J Balvin, mf! A dummy, that mf!
...
- Residente: Fine. Let's.
[Chapter Three: The Knight of Mirrors]
I'm gonna lower myself with a dummy, who sings to Sponge Bob and Pokemon. The copy of a clone, the Logan Paul of Reggaeton! This is lower than ejaculating without erection.
Like they said to him: "Josecito, you lack of streets, that's why you have soft nuckles." With only a video I bury this calf, and I make him upload photos with his dog. This coward young lamb is like a vegan breakfast... without eggs (guts/nuts). The (colombian) people struggling, being killed (by government) and the guy uploads a photo of Gandhi praying.
LYING JACKÁSS, pretends to be spiritual, using mental health to sell a documentary. You're more false than a hotdog without ketchup nor bun. More false than DJ Luian's abs!
The buddy's so insecure, that has to be posting on Instagram of how much bux he earns. Doesn't understand the values of life, has to tatoo on himself, the "loyalty" word... because he forgets it!
He's a jerk with hair dye who put on black women, dogchains on their necks. A white boy who lost his path. All a divine, accepting his Afro-Latino award. One day he said he wanted to make Reggaeton, being frank, after discovering that Daddy Yankee was white! My pal, worst and most serious thing, is this jackáss being racist and doesn't even know it.
The history will slap your face at the name of all who, under abuse, harvested cotton. And another slap, at the name of all who've had to double-battle within Reggaeton: Myke Towers, Sech, Choquibtown, Rafa Pabon, Don Omar, Ozuna, Arcangel, Tego Calderon. They're a lot who, without thinking, you put under the drawer. In your colored rainbow, there's no BROWN!
A sacrilege, this school white boy still doesn't understand the foking privilege. But what do you expect from this loser, raised by his father, a frustrated influencer. In Puerto Rico, to be accepted in the Reggaeton... he swallowed more load than a condom. By each blow he stepped a stair up, each day disguised with a different color like a chameleon.
What Ruben (Blades) said, the resident still stands for: "Although you change of colors, I always know where you come through." The chameleons only look after their own navel. They become friends even with their enemies. Nothing but with this witness. "The business is business, partner. In the business, there're no friends."
My thing's no business. We are different. For the music, I put my heart to the front. My billboards are held by the people, next to my lyrics on each banner to takedown a president!
I'm not the most famous of the whole circuit, but I crack, in 20, your favorite rapper! What I said in "Calma Pueblo," I repeat: "With me, you eat, even though you have no apetite!"
I don't do this to give you advices, nor abuse you even though this is uneven. Today I skin you, so those who buy your hotdog shirt... feel so jackáss! This is for the kids, for the respect all those who write deserve.
The Formula 1's are as tourists, they race no more... because I JUST BROKE THE TRACK!
[Final words]
Well...
I already took them.
Por el amor de dios, alguien subtitule este video, necsito saber que dice!
🤣🤣 Enjoy this reaction a lot . I e seen alot. Hey now reaction to his new song LAS Americas. I've see lots of whites bring offended. They bless to be born privilege. They have no idea what it is to be a real American
The captions needs a better translation, to be honest you kinda get the general gist but what he is saying gains more impact if you get the correct translation
Good boogie
Its son cool
Ya te di like 🤙🤑
“Que pasa amigo!, No hablo español “
Youre our brother BoggieMan
¡¡Barry White idem!!👏👏👏👏👏
Lo mató rip jbalvin.
It’s over
Boogie this is a diss track for J Balvin
Thanks 😊
@@KricSmith LOVE u ❤️
Diantre he visto todos los youtuber
En la tiraera y no me canso.
Esta en la madre la tiraera
Eminem y Residente... vuelan cabezas !!!
El tipo no entendió nada de la letra! 🤣🤣
Yo no habla español!!...