Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Historia de un Tenedor, artist - Santaflow. Album song Nacido para Ganar, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.06.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Magnos Enterprise
Song language: Spanish
Historia de un Tenedor(original) |
Iba yo en el bus con dolor de muelas |
Deseoso de tomar un sabroso espidifen |
Pero esa basura te revienta el estómago |
Los médicos dicen «mejor después de comer» |
El caso es que salí de casa con las prisas |
Y solo me había dado tiempo a tomar café |
Por eso cogí una lata de anchoas, un tomate, un tenedor |
Y en la mochila los eché |
De camino a la parada compré el pan |
Y cogí la rula de milagro, pa' variar |
En el asiento de atrás encontré prensa local |
Y leer no leí na', pero me vino genial |
Usé el periódico como mantel |
Y me dispuse a hacer un bocadillo del diez |
Como no tenía cuchillo, la lié bien |
Abrí la barra con las uñas y los dientes, ¡imagínate! |
Hay que joderse, como lo puse todo de migas |
Las marujas me miraban sorprendidas |
Y es que una cosa es apañarse un sandwichito de jamón |
Y otra, ponerse a abrir latas pa' maquear un flautón |
Y si pa' abrir la pistola monté un show de flipar |
Pa' hacer rodajas al tomate, no te quiero contar |
El tenedor era para pinchar las anchoas |
Después de muchos esfuerzos, a gusto pude zampar |
Tenía más hambre que Carracuca |
Por eso duró unos tres minutos el festín |
Los papeles, el aceite y el trocito que dejé |
Los tiré bajo un asiento, un poco cerdo sí que soy, lo sé |
Pensé en guardarme el tenedor en el petate |
Pero no veas cómo olía a pescadilla el condena’o |
Por eso y aunque lo sentí por la cubertería |
Lo dejé entre los asientos abandona’o |
¿Cómo iba a saber yo todo aquello que pasó? |
Historia de un tenedor |
Ríete cabrón, pero no veas la que se montó |
¿Cómo iba a saber yo todo aquello que pasó? |
Historia de un tenedor |
Tú ríete cabrón, pero no veas… |
Se conoce que al buseto se subió un yonkarra |
Y se puso en el asiento en el que yo estaba |
Como no había ni dios, abrió un poco la ventana |
Y sin ponerse colora’o, se empezó a hacer una plata |
El conductor que estaba constipa’o, ni se coscaba |
Solo condujo hasta llegar a la parada |
Donde se subió un ejecutivo, típico estira’o |
Que llevaba un día horrible y que volvía to' quema’o |
Se sentó dos filas delante del que te cuen… |
Y enseguida le llegó el olor a droga adulterada |
Por lo visto, aquello no le sentó bien |
Y se levantó con cara de loco, pegando voces alteradas |
El jodido toxicómano ni se enteraba (Eh, tronco) |
Así que el yupi rebota’o le calzó un par de patadas |
En ese momento fue que el Yoni reaccionó |
Se sacó una chiringuilla del bolsillo y se encaró |
El del traje recordó sus tiempos mozos de y se dijo |
«Si esta escoria me amenaza, no se queda así» |
Evitó el ataque, se hizo rápido con su oponente |
Y no paró, hasta que sintió las manos bien calientes |
Se dio la vuelta pa' volver hasta su asiento |
Entonces lo sintió y se quedó sin aliento |
Una aguja fría que en su carne penetraba |
Se giró con la mirada ensangrentada y chilló |
«¡Me has jodido, seguro que me has pegado el sida! |
«Pero te lo juro, de este bus, tú no sales con vida» |
En lo que el vehiculo pasó por la rotonda |
El adicto al jaco se llevó tremenda tunda |
Qué mundo tan pequeño, aquel bigardo encontró el tenedor |
Y poseído por la furia, lo utilizó |
Dice el informe que en la cuenca del globo ocular penetró |
Y que la pérdida de masa fulminó al Yon |
¿Cómo iba a saber yo todo aquello que pasó? |
Historia de un tenedor |
Ríete cabrón, pero no veas la que se montó |
¿Cómo iba a saber yo todo aquello que pasó? |
Historia de un tenedor |
Tú ríete cabrón, pero no veas… joder |
Voy a ser sincero, ¡Me la sudan los dos! |
Es más, por su culpa me he buscado una movida |
El ejecutivo agresivo, llevaba guantes el cabrón |
Y encontraron mis huellas en el curioso arma homicida |
(translation) |
I was on the bus with a toothache |
Eager to take a tasty espidifen |
But that shit makes your stomach bust |
Doctors say "better after eating" |
The fact is that I left home in a hurry |
And I only had time to drink coffee |
That's why I took a can of anchovies, a tomato, a fork |
And I put them in the backpack |
On the way to the stop I bought the bread |
And I took the miracle roll, for a change |
In the back seat I found local press |
And I didn't read anything, but it was great for me |
I used the newspaper as a tablecloth |
And I set out to make a ten sandwich |
Since I didn't have a knife, I messed it up |
I opened the bar with my nails and my teeth, go figure! |
You have to fuck yourself, as I put all of crumbs |
The marujas looked at me surprised |
And it is one thing to manage a little ham sandwich |
And another, start to open cans to make a flute |
And if to open the gun I put on a freak show |
To make tomato slices, I don't want to tell you |
The fork was to pierce the anchovies |
After many efforts, I was able to eat |
I was hungrier than Carracuca |
That's why the feast lasted about three minutes |
The papers, the oil and the piece that I left |
I threw them under a seat, a bit of a pig yes I am, I know |
I thought about keeping my fork in my backpack |
But don't see how the condemnation smelled like whiting |
For that and although I felt sorry for the cutlery |
I left it between the abandoned seats |
How was I supposed to know everything that happened? |
Story of a fork |
Laugh bastard, but do not see the one that was mounted |
How was I supposed to know everything that happened? |
Story of a fork |
You laugh bastard, but don't see... |
It is known that a yonkarra got on the bus |
And he got in the seat that I was in |
Since there was no god, he opened the window a little |
And without turning red, they began to make silver |
The driver who was constipated, didn't even coscaba |
He only drove until he reached the stop |
Where an executive got on, typical stretched out |
That he had a horrible day and that he came back to burn |
He sat two rows in front of the one who told you… |
And right away he got the smell of adulterated drugs |
Apparently, that didn't sit well with him |
And he got up with a crazy face, hitting altered voices |
The fucking drug addict didn't even know (Hey, trunk) |
So the yuppie bounced or gave him a couple of kicks |
It was at that moment that the Yoni reacted |
He took a chiringuilla out of his pocket and faced |
The one in the suit remembered his youthful days and said to himself |
"If this scum threatens me, it doesn't stay that way" |
He dodged the attack, made quick with his opponent |
And he didn't stop, until he felt his hands very warm |
He turned around to go back to his seat |
Then he felt it and he gasped |
A cold needle that penetrated his flesh |
He turned around with bloody eyes and yelled |
“You screwed me up, I'm sure you gave me AIDS! |
«But I swear to you, you will not get out of this bus alive» |
As the vehicle passed through the roundabout |
The jaco addict took a tremendous beating |
What a small world, that bigardo found the fork |
And possessed by fury, he used it |
The report says that in the basin of the eyeball penetrated |
And that the loss of mass killed the Yon |
How was I supposed to know everything that happened? |
Story of a fork |
Laugh bastard, but do not see the one that was mounted |
How was I supposed to know everything that happened? |
Story of a fork |
You laugh bastard, but don't see... damn |
I'm going to be honest, both of them sweat me! |
What's more, because of him I have looked for a move |
The aggressive executive, the bastard wore gloves |
And they found my prints on the funny murder weapon |