Текст и перевод песни Voltio feat. Tego Calderón - Julito Maraña

Julito Maraña

Que es la que hay Julito?) "
"(Que pajó, tengo un palito ahí planchau,
Que tu cree, vamo a darlo)"
"(Acho en verdad yo...)"
Julito Maraña, de mala maña, tira su hazaña
Ochenta trucos y mil altimañas
Se fuma un feeling con un trago de caña
Y con el magnun, a cualqiera el día le empaña
A los bichotes araña como piraña
Chamaquito que se junte con julito se daña
Le gusta la mataera, los asalto, y la sisaña
Nadie tira al medio un tipo de esa calaña
Ni los estatales, ni arrestos especiales y federales
Le encuentran causa en los tribunales
Por que ya to el mundo conoce todos sus males
Noy evidencia ni chota que lo señale
En el barrio le temen, porque el tipo es un bravo
Y tiene al diablo agarrau po el rabo
No trabaja, siempre acicalau hasta el cabo
Y te arranca la catrueca si tu no le das los chavos
Los otros dias le fiaron un octavo
Y a la semana el tipo fue cobrar los chavos
Julio sacó la nueve y lo rajó con el cabo
Y el tipo corría mas que en el maraton del pavo
"(Mera puñeta esto es un asalto
Llaves del carro, cartera, el dinero y las prendas
Y no me mires si no quieres que te tire
Y tenme el billete ready pa la proxima que venga)"
Los liquor store, las a.t.h.s y en las tiendas
Ese pega punto y donde quiera que se venda
Mira si el tipo es malo y le gusta la jodienda
Que le quitó al pastor hasta los chavo e la ofrenda
Arrancó pa los NewYores pa la casa de su tía
A ver si se enfría los problemas que tenía
Allá con los tiguerasos hizo un par de fechorías
Y en los altos de Manhattan la gente lo conocía
En la 42, hasta Broklyn, en el transvia
To el que cojía mi hermanito se jodía
Se fué pa la isla fichau por la policía
Y cuando vino, viró mas malo todavía
"(Por ahí anda Julito)"
En el barrio se decía
Y creía que iba a meter las cabras
Como antes lo hacía
Ya no es lo mismo
Ya pasaron esos días
No confunda la humildad
Con la cobardía
Boca e trapo
Papi aqui to el mundo es guapo
Ahora matan por matar
Y mas si tu eres un sapo
"(Hombe no, aqui yo soy el bravucón
Estos chamaquitos a mi me tienen un miedo cabrón
Deja que los alumbre con esta cuestión, mamón)"
Pero el tipo del octavo
Era dueño del callejón
Tenía al caserío caminando por la orilla
Y los secuaces tenían babilla
Y ya tenía como 15 en las costillas
Que tu crees que le pasé a Julito si el hombre lo pilla
"(Hey, Julito Maraña,
Te acuerdas de mi cabrón)"
"(Que pajó quien carajo tu eres?)"
"(Que me partiste el melón por el octavo")
(Clack, Clack)"de chambeo"
"(Mera a quien tu le sacas eso loco, mera canto e bobo, echa)"
(Pum)"de tiro"
"(Oohh, Oh, Ooohhh
Murió Julito
Por bravucón)"
La carcél y los cementerios
Están llenos de gente como Julito Maraña
Camine derecho jodedor
Que el abuso no es bueno, y la humildad prevalece
Los tiempos cambiaron
La maquina del tiempo no se detiene
Uno se muere pero la vida continúa
Portate bien, brega bien, y buscate el peso honradamente
Pa que no te pase lo mismo
Sabe

Julito Maraña

"What's up, Julito?"
"(Man, I got a little ironed blunt,
What do you think, let's smoke it)"
"(Actually, I...)"
Julito Maraña, with bad habits, throws his weight around
Eighty tricks and a thousand schemes
He smokes a blunt with a shot of rum
And with the magnum, he'll cloud anyone's day
He rips off big shots like a piranha
Any kid who hangs with Julito gets messed up
He likes killing, robbery, and discord
Nobody messes with a guy of his kind
Not even the state police, special arrests, and federals
Can find a case against him in court
Because everyone knows all his evils
There's no evidence or snitch to point him out
In the neighborhood, they fear him because the guy is tough
And he's got the devil by the tail
He doesn't work, always dressed to the nines
And he'll rip your wallet out if you don't give him the money
The other day, they fronted him an eighth
And a week later, the guy went to collect the money
Julio pulled out the nine and cracked him with the handle
And the guy ran faster than in the turkey marathon
"(Damn, this is a robbery
Car keys, wallet, money, and jewelry
And don't look at me if you don't want me to shoot you
And have the money ready for the next time I come)"
Liquor stores, ATMs, and in the shops
That guy hits the spot wherever they sell
See if the guy is bad and likes to mess around
He even took the pastor's offering money
He took off to New York to his aunt's house
To see if the problems he had would cool down
There with the Dominicans, he did a couple of misdeeds
And in the heights of Manhattan, people knew him
On 42nd, all the way to Brooklyn, on the tram
Everyone who messed with my little brother got screwed
He went to the island, wanted by the police
And when he came back, he was even worse
"(Julito's out there)"
They said in the neighborhood
And he thought he was going to mess things up
Like he used to
It's not the same anymore
Those days are over
Don't confuse humility
With cowardice
Big mouth
Daddy, everyone's tough here
Now they kill for killing
And even more so if you're a snitch
"(Man, no, I'm the big bad wolf here
These little kids are scared of me, damn it
Let me enlighten them with this thing, sucker)"
But the guy from the eighth
Was the owner of the alley
He had the whole projects walking on the edge
And his henchmen were eager
And he already had like 15 in his ribs
What do you think happened to Julito if the man caught him?
"(Hey, Julito Maraña,
Remember me, asshole)"
"(What's up, who the hell are you?)"
"(The one you cracked my head open for the eighth")
(Clack, Clack)"gunshot"
"(Man, who do you think you're pulling that on, crazy, dumb, come on)"
(Pum)"gunshot"
"(Oohh, Oh, Ooohhh
Julito died
For being a bully)"
Prisons and cemeteries
Are full of people like Julito Maraña
Walk straight, joker
Abuse is not good, and humility prevails
Times have changed
The time machine doesn't stop
One dies but life goes on
Behave, work hard, and earn your money honestly
So the same thing doesn't happen to you
You know