Paroles et traduction Rapsusklei Feat. Juaninacka feat. Rapsusklei & Juaninacka - Boss

Boss

Hablemos de tu jefe, ese que se dedica a decir estupideces.
Ese mierda que se crece y tiene más de lo que se merece.
Al que aborreces más que un gafe.
Porque solo hace, gilipolleces.
Tantas veces que escuece.
Típicos jefes que van de jueces.
Siempre se mantienen en sus trece.
Si tienes pocas luces, enchufe y un traje es mejor que reces.
En tu cabeza voy a partir nueces.
Siempre con sus tejemanejes, con ese deje.
De chulería y prepotencia, que no me queje.
Que me deje manejar.
Que tengo que aprender cual es mi lugar y no lo sé o eso parece.
Te dice que no eres diferente.
Que si te vas, no lo notara por que tiene mucha gente.
Yo digo, que antes que estar en tu puta empresa.
Prefiero estar debajo de un puente.

Hablemos de tu jefe, mas no lo veas como una amenaza.
La mano que mece esa puta cuna que te embasa.
El cabrón se pasa, las horas en casa.
Su cuenta rebasa la tuya y tú eres quien paga su tasa.
Cuando a ti apenas te alcanza el salario.
Vives anclado y esclavo del calendario.
Currante o empresario, le rezan al rosario.
Y lo toman cual religión cuando repone el talonario.
Y es que la nomina, domina y domina.
Hay mucho que combina, estudio, trabajo y olvida.
Que la vida es algo más que estar currando.
Cuando el mando está llevando al fango y mal tu rango.
Y tu jefazo te lidia.
Pero debes trabajar para cuidar tu familia.
Si no lo haces serás bienvenido.
Al mundo sin dinero, del paro y del pánico al despido.

El peso de la empresa que pone al plato en la mesa, te estresa.
Te ponen el despido en la cabeza.
Algunos rezan por llegar a fin de mes.
Ese es el tipo de stress que les interesa.
Un jefe es un jefe si tú le dejas.
Elijes trabajar o dejar que te esquilen como a una oveja.
Los jefes que antes me comían la oreja, ahora me comen la fresa.
Por eso me despido a la francesa.

Maldito ese cabrón que!!! Quiere que ande con pies de plomo.
Y aunque su promesa me pesa, mas si nó no como.
Es tan monótono, por eso yo soy autónomo.
La calle es mi taller y mi herramienta es el micrófono.
Como no voy a quejarme si estoy incomodo.
Somos dos trillones de clones, buscan todo modo.
De olvidar los mandatos de su jefe.
Presos de los contratos, de los más baratos tratos de un hereje.

Boss

Let's talk about your boss, the one who only says stupid things.
That little shit who thinks he's all that and deserves more than he gets.
The one you hate more than a bad luck charm.
Because all he does is stupid shit.
So much that it burns.
Typical bosses who act like judges.
Always sticking to their guns.
If you're not very bright, have connections and a suit, you better pray.
I'm going to crack nuts in your head.
Always with his schemes, with that air of.
Arrogance and smugness, that I don't complain.
That he lets me run things.
That I have to learn my place and I don't know it or so it seems.
He tells you that you're no different.
That if you leave, he won't notice because he has a lot of people.
I say, that before I work for your shitty company.
I'd rather live under a bridge.

Let's talk about your boss, but don't see it as a threat.
The hand that rocks that cradle that embaces you.
The bastard spends his time at home.
His account exceeds yours, and you're the one paying his fee.
When your salary barely covers your expenses.
You live enslaved to the calendar.
Employees or employers, they all pray to the rosary.
And take it as a religion when they fill out the pay slip.
And it's that the payroll, dominates and dominates.
There's a lot to combine, studies, work, and forget.
That life is more than just working.
When the leadership is taking you down and your rank is bad.
And your boss is leading you on.
But you have to work to support your family.
If you don't, you'll be welcomed.
To the world without money, of unemployment and the panic of being fired.

The weight of the company that puts food on the table, stresses you out.
They put the threat of firing you in your head.
Some people pray to make it to the end of the month.
That's the kind of stress they want.
A boss is a boss if you let him be.
You choose to work or let them shear you like a sheep.
The bosses who used to nag me, now kiss my ass.
That's why I quit without notice.

Damn that bastard who!!! Wants me to tiptoe around.
And although his promise weighs on me, but if I don't eat I won't survive.
It's so monotonous, that's why I'm self-employed.
The street is my workshop and my tool is the microphone.
How can I not complain if I'm uncomfortable.
We are two trillion clones, looking for every way.
To forget the orders of their boss.
Prisoners of contracts, of the cheapest deals of a heretic.