Текст и перевод песни El Piezas - Quinceanyeros

Quinceanyeros

Oh quinceañero, pronto has de madurar,
Oh quinceañera, son cosas de la edad.
Y si sigues las modas molaras,
Y más si vas de guay, te respetaran,
Y si sigues las modas molaras,
Y más si vas de guay, la edad del pavo.

Su gran complejo es su corrector dental
Y con afán lo intenta mejorar cuando se arregla,
Frente al espejo ya no sabe que inventar
Para camuflar y disimular la regla.
La superficie de su rostro vive oculta,
Bajo el maquillaje con el que al parecer la niña se siente adulta,
Su madre siempre dice: "esa ropa no me gusta"
Hoy le toca ir de traje con el wonderbrad que abulta.
Ay, que juventud, todos pasamos por ahí
¿Tú eras guay o un julay?,
Tuvimos que ser tontos ya de si por condición,
Unos maduraban pronto, otros no, mala situación.
Ya que su novio es lo mas ruin del barrio,
Episodios junto al kleenex se repiten a diario,
Es obvio ha de huir de un mal fario,
Ella le ofreció su himen y metióse un calvario.
En el colegio va fatal, no se concentra,
Le ha dado por faltar, ya casi que no entra,
La excusa es:
"Jo tía estoy súper mal, dice Juan que no me quiere",
Ahora es cuando se lamenta.
Ay, que bajón le di mi amor a ese macarra,
Hoy su pasión es reggaetón y guarrear en barras,
Ya lo olvido, le ayudo el de marras,
Otro que le da al cañón y que habita en la parra.
Y es que da pena, la nena se hace grande,
Y expande su adicción a la felación de glandes,
No va a cambiar, no le gusta que la manden,
El principio del final comenzó con la vacante en la escuela.
Consecuencia, curro de cajera,
No sin antes esperar un tiempo hasta que la cogieran,
Quien lo dijera lo que eres y lo que era,
Tu misma rabalera, tómatelo a la ligera.

Oh quinceañero, pronto has de madurar,
Oh quinceañera, son cosas de la edad.
Y si sigues las modas molaras,
Y más si vas de guay, te respetaran,
Y si sigues las modas molaras,
Y más si vas de guay, la edad del pavo.

Mentalidad nula, está de actualidad, mira,
No existe posible cura para la falta de estima,
Nunca estuve a la ultima y mi material se oxida,
Y aunque te joda tu cerebro no respira.
Pues chaval, con quince es normal perder el tiempo,
Los findes con drogas para el Lunes buscar aliento,
Y siento que no comprendas lo que estas haciendo,
Que a ti no te importe será a otro más que se llevo el viento.
Y es que es fácil dejarse caer y no ser nadie,
Mirar al final de la calle con angustia,
¿Que vas a hacer?, oye, ¿renuncias?, ¡que te follen!,
Primero has de marcar estilo para que te toyen, ¿ok?.
Si, esa zorra que señalas tiene nombre,
Quizás sea tan puta por no haber hombre que la honre,
¿Y qué?, tiene derechos y obligaciones como tú y yo,
Sufre y también tiene ilusiones.
Con 15, todo es para vosotros, cuestión de cojones,
Vais de matones y os caigas en los calzones,
Cuantos corazones al mes os cargáis enteros,
Cuantos sois sinceros, déjame pensar, cero.
No es casualidad que la cosa vaya a peor,
Si lo mejor que os ha pasado en este año es seguir vivos,
Y te digo que no hay motivos pa sentir temor,
A ser tu mismo, a guiar tus pasos, a marcar tu ritmo.
Respeta, aprende, escucha, comprende,
Compite y evita a las personas que te ofenden,
Espera, entiende, lucha, defiende,
Vamos compite con lo que tu motor entiende.
Prospera es la nueva era,
Y con 15 años puedes abrir puertas o sentarte en la otra acera,
Mente despierta, alerta entre cualquier oferta,
Que es mejor seguir luchando que ver tu muerte resuelta.

3 EN 1

Esto es rap hijo de puta, mi novia te la chupa,
Me alegro, yo a ti te desintegro, no hay disputa,
Disculpa, no me usurparás, yo en un compas te enebro,
Y tu jamás igualaras los raps del Negro
Pero bueno, esto es algo que os encanta,
Meteros con Mc's que en si te follan cuando cantan,
Mira, Ernesto esta, es una de tantas,
No es más fuerte quien más da si no quien más golpes aguanta.
Es típico pasar al insulto físico,
Chico, si quieres yo también descalifico,
Patético y atemporal como los Ropes,
Cuando quieres, alopecico y pareces Mr Proper.
Vale ya, ¿no?, mi rap no llegara a las manos,
Porque van de malos los que siempren agachn la cabeza,
Rap emano, eh, díselo al Soriano,
Y ahora ve y cambia en nombre del Champ por el del puto Piezas.
Que pretendes tirándole a mi gente,
Vigente quedará que deber detenerte,
Suerte si te vales por ti solo,
Demuestra si eres fuerte y deja de hacer el mongolo.
Ey perdona, si dime, ¿tienes 7 coronas?,
Vine a desmoronar tu trono y no dejo huella,
No es broma, primero razona,
Acho, van dos contra todos y encima cogéis botellas.
Cabrones, la ira se me aferra,
Y me arranca mil impulsos, fusion esta mierda,
Esta letra cierra esta absurda guerra,
Y si quieres hacer rap te aconsejo que te pierdas.
¿Violencia?, no, no te confundas,
Que te funda cantando no es motivo pa pegarse,
Mejor aprecia lo que vengo reprochando,
Y cuando rectifiques quizás hagamos las paces.

Si, la nueva era, 2005,
Esto va por los míos, los míos de Espinardo,
El Infante, los Dolores,
El Palmar, la Alberca y Cartagena,
Y un largo etc, esto es 3 en 1,
Y lo demás sobra,
Quien me la hace me la paga y hoy vine a cobrar.

Quinceanyeros

Oh quinceañero, you must grow up soon,
Oh quinceañera, it's an age thing.
And if you follow the cool fashions,
And more if you are cool, they will respect you,
And if you follow the cool fashions,
And more if you're going to cool, the age of the turkey.

Your great complex is your dental concealer
And with eagerness he tries to improve it when he fixes,
In front of the mirror he no longer knows what to invent
To camouflage and disguise the rule.
The surface of his face lives hidden,
Under the makeup with which the girl apparently feels grown up,
Her mother always says, "I don't like those clothes"
Today it's his turn to wear a suit with the bulging wonderbrad.
Oh, what a youth, we all go through there
Were you cool or a Julay?,
We had to be fools already of if by condition,
Some were maturing early, others not, bad situation.
Since her boyfriend is the meanest thing in the neighborhood,
Episodes with kleenex are repeated daily,
It is obvious he has to run away from a bad fario,
She offered him her hymen and went through an ordeal.
She's doing terrible at school, she doesn't concentrate,
He has given for missing, since he almost does not enter,
The excuse is:
"Jo tia I'm super bad, Juan says he doesn't love me",
That's when he regrets now.
Oh, what a low I gave my love to that bastard,
Today his passion is reggaeton and sluttering in bars,
I forgot, I'll help you the de marras,
Another one that hits the canyon and inhabits the vine.
And it's a pity, the baby gets big,
And expands his addiction to fellatio glands,
She's not going to change, she doesn't like being sent,
The beginning of the end began with the vacancy at the school.
Consequence, cashier's job,
Not before waiting a while until she was caught,
Whoever told it what you are and what was,
Your own rabalera, take it lightly.

Oh quinceañero, you must grow up soon,
Oh quinceañera, it's an age thing.
And if you follow the cool fashions,
And more if you are cool, they will respect you,
And if you follow the cool fashions,
And more if you're going to cool, the age of the turkey.

Null mentality, it's topical, look,
There is no possible cure for lack of esteem,
I was never up to date and my material is rusting,
And even if it fucks with you, your brain doesn't breathe.
Well, kid, with fifteen it's normal to waste time,
The weekends with drugs for Monday looking for breath,
And I'm sorry that you don't understand what you're doing,
If you don't care, someone else will be blown away by the wind.
And it's easy to let yourself fall and be nobody,
Looking at the end of the street with anguish,
What are you going to do? hey, are you quitting?, fuck you!,
First you have to mark style to be played, OK?.
Yeah, that bitch you're pointing at has a name,
Maybe she's such a whore for not having a man to honor her,
So what?, has rights and obligations as you and I,
He suffers and also has illusions.
With 15, everything is for you, a matter of cojones,
You're going to be thugs and fall in your panties,
How many hearts a month do you carry whole,
How many of you are sincere, let me think, zero.
It's no coincidence that things are getting worse,
If the best thing that has happened to you this year is to stay alive,
And I'm telling you there's no reason to be afraid,
To be yourself, to guide your steps, to set your pace.
Respect, learn, listen, understand,
Compete and avoid people who offend you,
Wait, understand, fight, defend,
Let's race with what your engine understands.
Prospera is the new era,
And at 15 you can open doors or sit on the other sidewalk,
Mind awake, alert between any offer,
That it's better to keep fighting than to see your death solved.

3 IN 1

This is rap motherfucker, my girlfriend sucks you off,
I am glad, I disintegrate you, there is no dispute,
Excuse me, you will not usurp me, I in a compass juniper you,
And you will never match the raps of the Negro
But well, this is something that you love,
Mess with Mc's that in if they fuck you when they sing,
Look, Ernesto, this is one of many,
The one who gives the most is not the strongest, but the one who takes the most blows.
It is typical to move to the physical insult,
Boy, if you want I also disqualify,
Pathetic and timeless as the Ropes,
When you want, I look alopecico and you look like Mr. Proper.
Okay, that's it, right?, my rap won't make it to the hands,
Because it's bad for those who always keep their heads down,
Rap emano, eh, tell it to the Soriano,
And now go and change the name of the Champ to that of the fucking Pieces.
What are you trying to throw at my people,
It will remain in force that you will have to stop,
Lucky if you're on your own,
Show if you are strong and stop doing the Mongolian.
Hey excuse me, if tell me, do you have 7 crowns?,
I came to crumble your throne and I leave no trace,
It's not a joke, first reason,
Acho, they go two against all and you take bottles on top.
Motherfuckers, anger is clinging to me,
And it rips me a thousand impulses, fusion this shit,
This letter closes this absurd war,
And if you want to do rap I advise you to get lost.
Violence?, no, don't get confused,
That you found singing is no reason to stick,
Better appreciate what I've been reproaching,
And when you rectify maybe we'll make peace.

Yes, the New era, 2005,
This is for mine, mine from Espinardo,
The Infant, the Pains,
El Palmar, La Alberca and Cartagena,
And a long etc, this is 3 in 1,
And the rest is left over,
Whoever makes it for me pays for it and I came to collect today.