IRISH GUY REACTS TO RESIDENTE || BZRP Music Sessions #49((IRISH REACTION)) HE ROASTS RAPPERS!!
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Residente is the best one, urban lirisc and poetrie from PUERTO RICO 🔥🔥🔥🇩🇴
EPIC RAPPER
that's true !!
Residente is from Puerto Rico. He is dissing J Balvin another famous singer. Rolling Stone wrote an article about the feud based on Resident interview on how all the feud started.
j famous yes.. but singer or artist hell nooooo..... 😂😂
HES A BEAST DAMN
(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.
Awesome!!!
@@COUNTYGAINS great job. You are awesome
Great job. My only suggestions, change the "RU-PUM-PUM-PUM" to Rom-pom-pon (rhymes with my brother Don) and maybe use "flowers grow no more" instead of "the flowers stop growing" and change "sweet tooth" for "gluttonous" (in the sense of hungry for money), since that is the real meaning with which he uses the word. The last one would be "a total divine" or "a true divine" or "a real divine" instead of "All a divine".
@@madago4785 thanks
@@a_p_vox You are welcome
Gracias...los mejores 9 minutos sin desperdicio grande Residente y Biza
The beat is BZRP (Bizarrap). You will love all his music sessions. They are with different singers and produced by BZRP. You can check the music sessions with Nicky Jam, Snow da Product or Nathy Peluso. He also have freestyle sessions. In all of them the CC translation to english is pretty good. My 2 cents. Great reaction! +SUB
Rip J Balvin.....
RESIDENTE IS GOD AND BIZA IS THE FUCKING MASTER
PUERTO RICAN. But he is loved in all Latin America for his defense and standing on human rights and specifically indigenous rights
I hope you'll check out some more Residente, and the band he used to have, Calle 13
Esto no es una canción es una masacre 🔥🔥🔥🔥
Hes a monster
totalmente
Please, share this song with your friends
Bro, i was looking 4 reactions and i found yours n like he said he does this just for fun , imagine if he goes serious against the other rapper , f***k i don't wanna imagine what kind of moster rap Residente can be, poor J Balvin , i think his ass still hurts 😂😂😂😂 cool reaction bro, greeting from a latino..from somewhere in this planet!!
thank you so much man much love!!
Bizarrap- is a producer from Argentina.🇦🇷
Residente- a rapper from Puerto Rico 🇵🇷
J.Balvin- reggaetonero from Colombia 🇨🇴
El Caballero means gentleman, de los espejos- of the mirrors
you should react more songs of residente
I WILL!!
He’s Puertorican 💪🏼🇵🇷😜🔥🔥🔥🔥
AWESOME!!
Boricua. D' cora.
Tenia que ser Boricua
this man populates the shadow realm every time he wants to have fun
Facts he’s unbelievable!’
@@COUNTYGAINS am trying to find the videos in which you react to spanish music. Did you do more than this? Btw this was a diss against J Balvin who did the spongebob soundtrack.
i did a recent song with shakira and shakira 52 bzrp
Hes from puerto rico Hes talking about a Guy name J Balvin from Colombia
This is JBalvin funeral
Rip
You should listen to Canserbero, he’s a rapper from Venezuela, and I can say that he’s the best rapper that Latin America has, or one of the best for sure. A few songs you can listen to are Es Épico, Mundo de Piedra, En en Valle de las Sombras.
React. Rap Bruto- Residente and Nach🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
HELL YESSS AMAZING!!
that was a great reaction! Saludos from Spain! btw i was readind the lyrics and many things are wrong! Are those the official lyrics in the video?
THANK YOU!!
You need to listen more song from residente... And another Latinamerican Rapper, CANSERBERO, "Es epico"
I 2ill@@
I think the best translation for "como ya mismo me voy, me voy a llevar un par antes de irme" would go like this
"Since I'll be leaving soon, I'm taking down a couple (of people) before I leave", to me it feels like "I'm taking them down with me" XD
HELL YESSS LETS GOOO!!
How come you have the Puerto Rican flag in your intro, and doesn't know from where René comes from? He comes from Borinquen where the regetón and trap, was born. That's only an friendly critique, my respect for You Brother, taking Latinos to be known over the Atlantic.
Greetings from PR to Ireland. Succeed on your channel, you are on the right track.
THANK YOU FOR THE COMMENT!! I DIDNT DO ANY RESEARCH BEFORE THIS!! SHOUTOUT TO PR FROM IRELAND!
Yo estoy igual que tú escucho inglés pero no lo hablo. And remember dont touch René because you are dead.
Hell yess!!!
Residents=32 Latin Grammys
Great reaction bro!!!!
React to BZRP Nicky Jam and BZRP Trueno#6
Thank you!
THANK YOU SO MUCH
Rene número uno desde Puerto Rico 🇵🇷 lo mató 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
Happy New Year!!!🎉🎉🎉🎉
Happy new year!!
RESIDENTE 💙💙💙💙
Check the new song of residente 👌
Cerveza is beer
😂😂 that "bars" double is severely overused 😂😂 that "flowers stop growing" tho, that was fire.
DO YOUR HOMEWORK FIRST!!!!!!!!!!!! Research my friend!!!!!!!!!! WOW!
FIRST TIME REACTION MY FRIEND
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.