Текст песни Molotov - Frijolero
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Yo ya estoy hasta la madre de que me pongan sombrero escucha entonces cuando digo no me llames frijolero. Y aunque exista algún respeto y no metamos las narices nunca inflamos la moneda haciendo guerra a otros países. Te pagamos con petróleo e intereses nuestra deuda mientras tanto no sabemos quien se queda con la feria. Aunque nos hagan la fama de que somos vendedores de la droga que sembramos ustedes son consumidores. Don't call me gringo, You fuckin beaner stay on your side of that goddamn river don't call me gringo, You beaner. No me digas beaner, Mr. Puñetero Te sacaré un susto por racista y culero. No me llames frijolero, Pinche gringo puñetero. Now I wish I had a dime for every single time I've gotten stared down For being in the wrong side of town. And a rich man I'd be if I had that kind of chips lately I wanna smack the mouths of these racists. Podrás imaginarte desde afuera, ser un Mexicano cruzando la frontera, pensando en tu familia mientras que pasas, dejando todo lo que conoces atrás. Si tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas de unos cuantos gringos rancheros Las seguirás diciendo good for nothing wetback? si tuvieras tú que empezar de cero. Now why don't you look down to where your feet is planted That U.S. soil that makes you take shit for granted If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know That where your feet are planted would be Mexico Correcto! Смотрите также:
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I'm already sick of this shit
I put that hat
then listen when I say
do not call me beaner .
And although there is some respect
and not butt their noses
Never inflate the currency
making war on other countries.
We pay with oil
our debt and interest
meanwhile not know
who gets the fair.
Although we make fame
that vendors are
drug we sow
you are consumers.
Do not call me gringo ,
You fuckin beaner
stay on your side
That goddamn river of
do not call me gringo ,
You beaner .
Do not tell me beaner,
Mr. Puñetero
I 'll get a fright
by racist asshole .
Do not call me beaner ,
Click fucking gringo .
Now I wish I had a dime
for every single time
I've gotten stared down
For being in the wrong side of town .
And I'd be a rich man
if I had that kind of chips
lately I wanna smack the mouths
of These racists .
Can you imagine from the outside,
be a Mexican crossing the border ,
thinking of your family while you spend ,
leaving everything you know behind.
If you had you to dodge bullets
ranchers few gringos
The 'll still saying wetback good for nothing ?
you if you had to start from scratch .
Now why do not you look down
to where your feet is planted
That U.S. soil That makes you take shit for granted
If not for Santa Ana, just to let you know
That where your feet are planted would be Mexico
Correct!
