Bendido o Pendejo

Given
Moving the afternoons in the city
Here it's better not to ask for a smoke
Why they do the Vice City thing to you
Or they split you in half
Mini-mini-mini, call me Beny

Beny-Beny-Beny, all for the money
I sing to you in a minute for a kiny
Others already sing to you for a fifth
I'm one of the tough ones who doesn't paint it

I don't like to see you even in paint
Street life, dark life
As Dela' said, let's see how long you last
Ha-hard, your-your-tero

The women who say they enjoy you, the fame
And also that supposed money
Concerts, I look like a salsa singer
From the ghetto, I come out of the ghetto

Beny sang it to you first
I sang you the one from the quarry
Although sometimes I like to sing to the buddy
You see me and change your tune

Ha they kill you, ha you die
I see you and you tell me to wait
And you were the first to run in the race

Because in the street there's no owner, no-no-no
I don't sell dreams, no
In the street there's no owner, no-no-no
I don't show what I have, no-no-no

-Street has no owner, no-no-no
I don't sell dreams, no
In the street there's no owner, no-no-no
I don't show what I have, no-no-no

Now they're all but they never were
Now with a good face, before they laughed at me
The day I found out, later they found out (hahaha)
When I saw it, then they saw it

You don't shoot, I'm in the force
Improving little by little, things are fine
Being with the guys singing on the corner
In case the blues pass by, one watches

A lot of lies, very few truths
I don't listen to this always moving forward
We do what we want in the damn park (uo, uo)
Yours doesn't scare, buy better beats

With damn Morad in the same class
We don't talk, they're talking about me
We do what we want in the damn park
We do what we want in the damn park

Now they're all but they never were
Now with a good face, before they laughed at me
The day I found out, later they found out (hahaha)
When I saw it, then they saw it

Now they're all but they never were
Now with a good face, before they laughed at me
Now they're all but they never were
Now with a good face, before they laughed at me

Po-po-po-po
I escape from the bike
Bandits no, fools see me and play dumb
And why am I bothering? Problems like things
I don't like to talk much because we're on another level

You're envious, you're envious
Because surely your girlfriend now wants the Moor
Greetings to P and also greetings to Zongo
Always working, we're never at rest

With alBambino, with Morad in stealth
There are no friends, I don't collaborate with you
Always calm because I'm a bandit
I don't speak Italian and I know Bambino

Po-po-po-po
I escape from the bike
Bandits no, fools see me and play dumb
With alBambino, with Morad in stealth
There are no friends, no, no, no
With alBambino there are no friends
With Morad also in stealth