Текст и перевод песни Ayax y Prok feat. Jrliske - Bañador y chancletas

Bañador y chancletas

Ni Paco, ni pico, picoleto, ni manteca,
No tengo chaleco, chico, bañador y chancletas,
Llega el veranico y yo le tiro pa' IBZ,
Necesito motoreta pa' ir a Figuereta,
Morenito de Morroco vende en la plazeta,
Italiano en circo loco se cae to' puesto de keta,
Se monta to' el taco si declaro en La Caleta,
Yo no incito al odio, que eso ya lo hace el sistema,
Yo no peco poco, reconozco que me llena,
Todo lo que escupo ha de salir, pues me quema,
He copado el cupo pero quiero más problemas,
Dime qué sería de Sansón sin su...
Órale, dígale, no quiero más flores,
ámame, mátame, líame un calzone,
To's quieren de mí, yo solo quiero que me ignoren,
Pirarme de aquí, dime bonitos rincones,
Gira esa bola 'el mundo con los ojos cerra'os,
Luego pone el de'o, donde toque ha toca'o,
Estoy cansa'o,
De este combate de egos que tenéis monta'o, deslacha'os,
Nos vemos luego, venga ciao,
Y yo escuchando "Bella ciao", como un partisano,
No me echo la foto y no te pienso dar la mano,
Esa banderita en el pecho te ha delatado,
Tírale pa' casa, cuenta a papi qué ha pasado,
El tipo sin tope que se topa con "Stop",
El topo se tapa, pero ya lo saben to's,
El chato era un capa y el chapo se lo chingó,
Chavales, los chavos valen menos que el honor,
No tengo chaleco, chico, bañador y chancletas,
Borracho busca cacho, empuja leches si le aprieta,
Voy a dedicarme a hacer y deshacer maletas,
Voy a dedicarme a esconder mi receta,
ALBZ, un bañador y chancletas,
Cómprame ese pasaje pa' IBZ.

Swim Trunks and Flip-Flops

Not Paco, nor pico, picoleto, nor manteca,
I don't have a vest, girl, just swim trunks and flip-flops,
Summer's here and I'm heading to IBZ,
I need a scooter to get to Figuereta,
A tanned guy from Morocco sells on the little square,
An Italian at the crazy circus falls down completely wasted,
The whole place goes nuts if I show up at La Caleta,
I don't incite hatred, the system already does that,
I don't sin little, I admit it fulfills me,
Everything I spit out has to come out, it burns me,
I've reached my limit but I want more trouble,
Tell me what would Samson be without his...
Come on, tell her, I don't want any more flowers,
love me, kill me, roll me a calzone,
Everyone wants me, I just want them to ignore me,
To get away from here, tell me some beautiful corners,
Spin that globe with your eyes closed,
Then put your finger down, wherever it lands, it lands,
I'm tired,
Of this battle of egos you have going on, you're out of control,
See you later, ciao,
And me listening to "Bella ciao", like a partisan,
I'm not taking the picture and I'm not shaking your hand,
That little flag on your chest has given you away,
Go home, tell daddy what happened,
The guy without limits who runs into "Stop",
The mole covers up, but everyone already knows,
The flat guy was a cape and the shorty screwed him,
Guys, money is worth less than honor,
I don't have a vest, girl, just swim trunks and flip-flops,
A drunk guy looks for a piece, pushes her if she resists,
I'm going to dedicate myself to packing and unpacking suitcases,
I'm going to dedicate myself to hiding my recipe,
ALBZ, swim trunks and flip-flops,
Buy me that ticket to IBZ.