Belinda - Frijolero (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Belinda - Frijolero (es) Lyrics
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La-la-la-la-la-la
Beli, bélica
Snow
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Frijolero
Yo ya estoy hasta la madre
de que me pongan sombrero
Escucha entonces cuando digo:
"No me llames Frijolero"
Y aunque exista algún respeto
y no metamos las narices
Nunca inflamos la moneda, haciendo
guerra a otros países
Te pagamos con petróleo e
intereses nuestra deuda
Mientras tanto no sabemos quién
se queda con la feria
Aunque nos hagan la fama
de que somos vendedores
De la droga que sembramos,
ustedes son consumidores
Don't call me "Gringo,
" you fucking beaner
Stay on your side of the goddamn river
Don't call me "Gringo," you beaner
No me digas "Beaner," Mr. Puñetero
Te sacaré un susto por racista, culero
Y no me llames "frijolero",
pinche gringo puñetero
Chinga'o
Now I wish I had a dime
for every single time
I've gotten stared down for being
on the wrong side of town
And a rich man I'd be if I
had that kind of chips
Lately I wanna smack the smiles
off these racists
Podrás imaginarte desde afuera
Ser un mexicano cruzando la frontera
Pensando en tu familia,
mientras que pasas
Dejando todo lo tú que conoces atrás
Si tuvieras tú que esquivar las balas
De unos cuantos gringos rancheros
¿Les seguirás diciendo: "Good
for nothing wetbacks"
Si tuvieras tú que empezar de cero?
Now won't you look down to where
your feet is planted?
The US soil that makes you
take shit for granted
If not for Santa Anna,
just to let you know
That where your feet are planted
would be Mexico, correcto
Hey
Un saludo a la molocha
Snow White
Belinda, what up? Hey
Arriba México, cabrones
Y no me llames "frijolero", pinche
gringo (¿Pinche gringo qué?)
Puñetero
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