Paroles et traduction Jesuly feat. Shotta - Pijos Pajos

Pijos Pajos

Yo! me entretengo machacando a soplapollas en los garitos de pijitos más frecuentes
No es elocuente,
Tu tecnica la aplasto con mi deo meñique,
A ti y a tu bandera de España os mandaré a pique,
Putos falangistas, racistas y clasista,
Te caiste al nacer y que estas tocao salta a la vista.
Disperso en grupos de nazis saliendo ilesos,
Reza si bostezo el bocao sera intenso,
Pajo pijo! vigila a tus hijos,
Cuando estos notas pasen cerquita colocale tiritas,
En heridas provacas por este par de enfermos,
Que en esvástica vomita (y en tu carita de cerdo),
Me anticipo a cualquier residente en Santa Clara pico el Zippo
Flipo con Dilated People.
Tu pariente te llevo al Alfonso XIII pa robarte la virginidad,
Siendo menor de eda menudo tipo,
Administro suministro con veneno para listos,
Intelecto esta mu visto,
En que te joda insisto.
Si eres facha te reviento como un misto,
O en tus ojos malgasto entero un bote de Mistol.
Los acabo de ver son 3 salen de un BMW
Les insulto duramente (pajo) su ambiente mi calma consume
De escala social presumen
Asumen que un problema sera que miden demasiao
Los pillo al final del tunel
Mi Opel Kadet contra el coche de tu padre
Escupo en la ventana van escuchando Alex Ubago
No estan comprometios socialmente y ayudan a retrasaos mentales
Solo si no les quita tiempo de jugar al padel.
Me consta, d'esas que a la gente del parque
Defiende al PP, les molesta el olor a chocolate
Tus amigos, alcoholico, es diferente aparte
Llevan politos de España y saben lo que hacen
Haz la clase de baile, leen en braille
Tomate una tila tonta te tuteo no puedo tolerar tus aires
De superioridad
La diferencia entre tu y los que aparcan coches en mi calle
.Supongo que es el traje
Agacha y chupa este faisan Versace,
Fashion kie de chalet
A mi parecer eres el Inspector Gachet.
Mi nabo cuando escupe es parecio a la cara de tu novio tomando
Café y hablando del PP
(Te odio) somos diferentes, dinero y la importancia que le des pesetero
Nohotros somos sinceros.

Nacho, vienen en maná achantaos y llorando,
Rogandole a sus madres que esto termine cuanto antes,
Con los politos de Lacoste,
Ahora Tommy Hilfiger, no es por na pero que conste,
Tu parienta abusa de tu Visa y se rie de tu persona,
La mantendra como la coca a Maradona,
Presume de parienta un billetao que siempre paga,
Que suele estar asustao y a la minima se caga,
Me meo en cada capillita rociero lamentable,
Me flipa la bandera de España por ser inflamable,
Le dedico estos versos al presidente del gobierno,
Prometedor aunque no cumpla y poseedor de un par de cuernos,
Enterito os rajo,
Si eres de los Remedios esto va en serio pijo pajo,
No te veo cuando me bajo al parque,
Estaras encerrao como no jugando al Counter,
Tus ultimas palabras seran "¿a mi por qué?",
Uso mi métrica como si de arma blanca se tratara,
Tu compras en Massimo Dutti los de mi barrio en Zara Tara,
Vete en tu Land Rover mientras que tu nación arde,
Y fuiste demasiao cobarde como para dar la cara.

Jesulito, vienen de comer en Mariscos Emilio,
Con el peinao de Beckham y la cara de Cecilium,
Envidio en no tener preocupacion por na,
Total si algo sale mal papi te va ayudar a pagar,
No pasa na, no pasa na.
Dependo de un impulso,
Propulso flow sucio,
Profundo todo tu curso, vivo en submundo (ye!),
Voladoras pelotas de tenis pillan efecto,
Nacho obliga a tu parienta a bucear en estiercol,
Por vacilar de coche tuning,
Te llevo al burto con el Mané o a la Corsa en la Sony del Jesuly,
Soy el amigo de tu hijo al que de chico no dejaste entrar en su cumpleaños,
No encajo en tu local, te parto el baño,
Pijo igual a pajo,
Voy a quemar el club náutico,
Tu novio es DJ de techno?,
Salta de un ático con los zapatitos puestos,
Y una foto de Franco tamaño carné en la cartera,
A nadie le dara pena,
Me siento en un bloque a beber cerveza,
Me acusa tu ultima frase será "illo no vea si abusa".
Pijo pajo, pijo pajo de mierda, la chupais
Sevilla City, en vuestro culo, es lo que hay ...
Fran Perea, con la cara de un cubo.

Posh Twats

Yo! I entertain myself by smashing assholes in the most frequented posh bars
It's not eloquent,
I crush your technique with my little finger,
You and your Spanish flag I will send to the bottom,
Fucking Falangists, racists and classists,
You fell at birth and it's obvious you're touched.
Dispersed in groups of Nazis emerging unscathed,
Pray if I yawn the bite will be intense,
Posh twat! watch your children,
When these notes pass nearby put bandages on them,
In wounds provoked by this pair of sickos,
Who vomit on the swastika (and on your pig face),
I anticipate any resident of Santa Clara I pick the Zippo
I freak out with Dilated People.
Your relative took you to the Alfonso XIII to steal your virginity,
Being a minor often dude,
I administer supply with poison for the clever,
Intellect is very much seen,
I insist on fucking you up.
If you're a fascist I'll blow you up like a misto,
Or in your eyes I waste a whole bottle of Mistol.
I just saw them there are 3 of them coming out of a BMW
I insult them harshly (twat) their environment consumes my calm
They presume social scale
They assume that a problem will be that they measure too much
I catch them at the end of the tunnel
My Opel Kadet against your father's car
I spit in the window they are listening to Alex Ubago
They are not socially committed and they help mentally retarded people
Only if it doesn't take time away from playing paddle tennis.
I know, of those that the people of the park
Defends the PP, they are bothered by the smell of chocolate
Your friends, alcoholic, is different apart
They wear little Spanish shirts and they know what they're doing
Do the dance class, they read in braille
Take a linden silly I tuteo I can't tolerate your airs
Of superiority
The difference between you and those who park cars on my street
.I guess it's the suit
Duck and suck this Versace pheasant,
Fashion kie of chalet
In my opinion you are Inspector Gachet.
My turnip when it spits is similar to your boyfriend's face drinking
Coffee and talking about the PP
(I hate you) we are different, money and the importance you give it money
We are sincere.

Nacho, they come in mana scared and crying,
Begging their mothers for this to end as soon as possible,
With the Lacoste polos,
Now Tommy Hilfiger, it's not for nothing but let it be known,
Your old lady abuses your Visa and laughs at your person,
She will keep it like coke to Maradona,
She boasts of an old lady a big bill that always pays,
That is usually scared and shits at the slightest,
I piss on every little chapel pitiful rociero,
I love the Spanish flag because it's flammable,
I dedicate these verses to the president of the government,
Promising even if he doesn't fulfill and possessor of a pair of horns,
I'll cut you all up,
If you're from Los Remedios this is serious posh twat,
I don't see you when I go down to the park,
You'll be locked up like not playing Counter,
Your last words will be "why me?",
I use my metric as if it were a knife,
You shop at Massimo Dutti, those in my neighborhood at Zara Tara,
Go away in your Land Rover while your nation burns,
And you were too cowardly to show your face.

Jesulito, they come from eating at Mariscos Emilio,
With Beckham's hairdo and Cecilium's face,
I envy having no worries about anything,
Total if something goes wrong daddy will help you pay,
It's okay, it's okay.
I depend on an impulse,
I propel dirty flow,
Deep your whole course, I live in the underworld (ye!),
Flying tennis balls catch effect,
Nacho forces your old lady to dive in manure,
For showing off a tuning car,
I take you to the burto with the Mané or to the Corsa in Jesuly's Sony,
I'm your son's friend who you wouldn't let into his birthday party as a kid,
I don't fit in your place, I'll break your bathroom,
Posh equals twat,
I'm going to burn down the yacht club,
Is your boyfriend a techno DJ?,
Jump from an attic with your shoes on,
And a photo of Franco the size of a card in your wallet,
No one will feel sorry,
I sit on a block to drink beer,
He accuses you your last phrase will be "illo no vea if he abuses".
Posh twat, posh twat of shit, you suck it
Sevilla City, in your ass, that's what's up ...
Fran Perea, with the face of a cube.