Текст и перевод песни Nipo feat. Poeta Callejero - El 16 de Mayo

El 16 de Mayo

No toy en contra de ninguno
Pero a to voy a tirale
Ya toy jarto de que traten los pobre como animales, no hay butaca en las escuela ni suero en elos hospitales
A eso se debe el aumento de lo viajes ilegales.

Como va ve cuarto pa pagale a los maetros, si se invierten tanto
Millones de dolares en un metro,
Mentira ello no quieren que la situacion mejore tu no ve que un regidor gana mas que to lo doctores.

Y quieren que uno colabore
Ayudandolo a roba
Votando en la Junta Central Electoral
Eso hijo su maldita madre a Dios que me perdone, pa facturar el aire
Pusieron contadores en mi pulmones.

Asaroso me quiere cobra hasta el aire que respiro
Las bala estan tan cara que no puedo darme un tiro
Ello quieren mi voto como la sangre un vampiro, en eso e que me inpiro pa escribi to lo que miro
Miguel Varga Maldonado implicado en caso Marbella,
Leonel y su botella
El infeli de eduardo estrella
Quisiera que estuvieran vivo
Duarte, Sanche y Mella
Pa'que vean el diparate de su quiquella la bella.

(Que uste se cree que uno es una mierda, mire que a lo pobre no ta llevando el diablo encima de to.)

El 16 de mayo, no me gua a levanta
El 16 de mayo, el diablo es que va vota
El 16 de mayo, un dia ma pa vacila
El 16 de mayo, a nadie van engaña

La delincuencia aumenta
No cabe otro preso en la vitoria
Aqui Bugg bunny muere de hambre
Por falta Zanahoria
Tan lo pane a 5 peso
Y lo platano "que e eso"
Ni ratone de laboratorio
Tan comiendo queso

Compra un jugo de carton
Que en el campo no hay limon
Y estan la china y la toronja
En peligro de extincion
Con una ola de pobreza
Que ahoga mi corazon
Pero si ga aumenta otro peso
Gua compra anafe y carbon.

Dile no a la corrupcion
No a la drogadicion
Y no hay maetro preparado
Que no den la educacion
La policia no tiene arma que
Enfreten el tigueraje
Y Juan Ubiere se arraca la barba
Pa'subi el pasaje
(La calle se va a llena de agua)
E que tan malo lo drenaje
Y por encima de mi cadaver quieren hacer otro peaje
En la guerra de lo rico
Siempre el que se muere es el pobre
Aristy Castro no es Amable
Que me de lo que le sobre.

Al que le robe, que Leonel le pague
Y que el Diablo le cobre
Porque el voto como el Antrax
Viene metio en un sobre.

Raya con una X la cara de tu candidato
Y elige tu corrupto, estafador,
Ladron o tecato que son
Como lo gato tan lleno de malamaña
Y nama pisan tu barrio en lo tiempo de campaña
Pero vota que eres joven
Da el derecho a que te roben
Ha lo rico millonario
Mientra que lo pobre se joden.

(Sacame, sacame eso de ahi de la emisora que ese tipo ta medio loco)
Si yo soy loco soy un pariguallo
Pero me gua queda durmiendo
Este 16 de mayo
Si yo soy un loco el ma pariguallo pero me gua queda durmiendo este 16 de mayo.

Ute sabe lo millone son pa'lo damnificao y uste se agacha 2 o 3 millones de eso porque ute no lo va entrega to
(MundoRD.com)

El poeta callejero
Nipo ero nigth produccion

El 16 de mayo, no me gua a levanta
El 16 de mayo, el diablo es que va vota
El 16 de mayo, un dia ma pa vacila
El 16 de mayo, a nadie van engaña

El diablo es que va a vota por utede,
El mimo diablo que no ta llevando a nosotro y el diablo e que va a votar por utede
Porque yo no voy a elegir yo mismo al ladron que me va a robar cada 4 año
E que utede todavia son aborigene e?
No quieren segui cambiando oro por epejo?

Nipooo

Sepan eto e que nosotro
No somo ninguno loco
Eto no lo dicen en el gobierno de la mañana y ni Nuria
Porque no lo dicen?

Alokenmusic
MundoRD.com
DJ Randy conecta tu caco con el mio

May 16th

I'm not against anyone,
But I'm gonna come at all of them.
I'm tired of them treating poor people like animals, there are no seats in schools nor serum in hospitals.
That's why illegal trips are on the rise.

How are there gonna be funds to pay the teachers, if so much
Millions of dollars are invested in a subway,
Lies, they don't want the situation to get better, you don't see that a councilman earns more than all the doctors.

And they want you to collaborate
Helping them steal,
By voting in the Central Electoral Board.
Screw that, God forgive me, to bill the air
They put meters in my lungs.

Asaroso wants to charge me for the very air I breathe.
Bullets are so expensive, I can't even shoot myself.
They want my vote like a vampire wants blood, that's what I'm inspired by, to write everything I see.
Miguel Varga Maldonado, implicated in the Marbella case.
Leonel and his bottle.
The wretched Eduardo Estrella.
I wish they were alive,
Duarte, Sanchez and Mella,
So they could see the nonsense of their pretty Quiquella.

(What do you think, that we are crap? Look, it's not the devil who's bringing the poor down on top of everything.)

On May 16th, I'm not gonna get up.
On May 16th, only the devil is gonna vote.
On May 16th, another day to party.
On May 16th, nobody will be fooled.

Crime is increasing.
There's no room for another inmate in Victoria prison.
Here, Bugs Bunny would starve to death.
For lack of carrots.
They've put bread up to 5 pesos,
And plantains, "what's that?"
Not even lab rats
Are eating cheese.

Buy boxed juice,
Because there's no lemon in the fields.
And grapefruit and oranges
Are in danger of extinction.
With a wave of poverty
That drowns my heart.
But if gas goes up another peso,
I'm gonna buy a stove and charcoal.

Say no to corruption,
No to drug addiction.
And there is no prepared teacher
Who won't give education.
The police don't have the weapons
To face the thugs.
And Juan Hubieres tears out his beard
To raise the fare.
(The streets are gonna be flooded.)
Because the drainage is so bad.
And over my dead body will they build another toll booth.
In the war of the rich,
It's always the poor who die.
Aristides Castro is not kind,
To give me what he has leftover.

Let Leonel pay those who he's robbed,
And let the Devil collect it from him,
Because the vote, like Anthrax,
Comes inside an envelope.

Mark with an X the face of your candidate,
And choose your corrupt, scammer,
Thief or addict, who are
Like cats, full of mischief,
And only set foot in your neighborhood during campaign season.
But vote, you are young.
Give them the right to rob you.
Ha, rich millionaires,
While the poor get screwed.

(Get me out, get that out of the radio station, this guy's half crazy.)
If I'm crazy, I'm a parakeet,
But I'm gonna stay asleep
This May 16th.
If I'm crazy, I'm the craziest parakeet but I'm gonna stay asleep this May 16th.

You know the millions are for the victims and you take 2 or 3 million of that because you are not going to give it all away.
(MundoRD.com)

The street poet,
Nipo Ero Night production.

On May 16th, I'm not gonna get up.
On May 16th, only the devil is gonna vote.
On May 16th, another day to party.
On May 16th, nobody will be fooled.

The devil is the one who's gonna vote for you,
The same devil that isn't taking us with him, and the devil is the one who's gonna vote for you.
Because I'm not going to choose the thief who's gonna rob me every 4 years.
Are you still natives?
Don't you want to keep exchanging gold for mirrors?

Nipooo

Know this, we
Are not crazy.
This is not said on the morning news, nor by Nuria.
Why don't they say it?

Alokenmusic
MundoRD.com
DJ Randy, connect your speaker to mine.