Paroles et traduction Lágrimas De Sangre - Cómetelo

Cómetelo

Vengo a decir lo que no quieren que diga
Mi lengua es enemiga de su censura opresiva
Vengo a hablar de que me da que pensar
Que el partido socialista sea más populista que el popular
Pero peperos són xenófobos y homófobos
El que no lo sea que no sea bobo y no les de su voto
En el fondo los curas están contra el aborto
Porque cuando ven un bebé se ponen cachondos
"Jo-jo-jo" Es que me mondo del jefe de la patronal y su cara de mongo
Quieren que curremos más por menos y que no nos quejemos
Mientras engorda su culo en un asiento
Nos trata como esclavos mientras él se sube el sueldo
Se siente muy seguro portegido por sus perros, ciervos
Brutos y violentos sin estudios, unos chonis
Sabes que te digo? Fuck the police!
Pu-Pu-Puta policía que se acerca vacilando
Puto juez dictando, político cobrando
Tocandose los huevos y cobrando
Del banco, que es el que de verdad está al mando
Y no saben la que estamos armando
El rap está en la calle no te calles lo que estás pensando
"Hip-Hop" Está sonando en tu barrio,
Otra vez suena un himno revolucionario
Allá voy yo, a darlo todo a un escenario
"Que pasa bro?" Escucha bien lo que te canto
Si me la maman de canto esos políticos
Comételo

Existen dos maneras de tomarle el pelo al pueblo
Una, robandole el dinero, dos, comiendole el cerebro
Juan Carlos lo primero y Benedicto lo segundo
Ambos patrocinan el hambre en el tercer mundo
El pueblo les saluda creyendo que son de ayuda
"Són de la nobleza!"
Tu habla de pobreza y verás como disimulan
"El pastel es para ellos!"
Y tu eres quien se traga su careto en los sellos
Holgazanes en palacio

Eat it

I come to say what they don't want me to say
My tongue is the enemy of their oppressive censorship
I come to talk about something that's on my mind
That the Socialist Party is more populist than the popular one
But the Peperos are xenophobic and homophobic
He who is not, let him not be a fool and not give them his vote
Basically, the priests are against abortion
Because when they see a baby, they get horny
"Ha-ha-ha" I'm cracking up at the head of the employers' association and his stupid face
They want us to work more for less and not to complain
While their ass gets fat in a seat
He treats us like slaves while he raises his salary
He feels very safe, protected by his dogs, deer
Ugly and violent without education, some thugs
You know what I'm saying? Fuck the police!
Pu-Pu-Fucking police approaching with an attitude
Fucking judge dictating, politician collecting
Fucking eggs and collecting
From the bank, which is the one that's really in charge
And they don't know what we're up to
Rap is on the street, don't shut up what you're thinking
"Hip-Hop" It's playing in your neighborhood,
A revolutionary anthem is playing again
There I go, giving it my all on a stage
"What's up bro?" Listen carefully to what I'm singing to you
If they suck me sideways those politicians
Eat it

There are two ways to fool the people
One, by stealing their money, two, by eating their brains
Juan Carlos the first and Benedict the second
Both sponsor hunger in the third world
The people greet them believing that they are helpful
"They are of nobility!"
You talk about poverty and you'll see how they pretend
"The cake is for them!"
And you are the one who swallows her face on the stamps
Idlers in the palace