Lyrics of Avisos Parentales - FERNANDOCOSTA-

Avisos Parentales (original)

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.
Yipi-yipi-yipiyou
Yipi-yipi-yipiyou…
Eh, eh
Avisos parentales, cambio de tales, giros postales
Vacilas de apellido, Costa Morales
Aleación de metales, la reacción por el Label
Los niños controlan el tare
Cuando hablo, suben los panes no tengo quien me pare, su hermano su primo su
pare voy en un Mclaren
Tú en una vespino vaffanculo porco Dio
Questo malandrino tiene ritmo tiene brío
Ay que frío, los bikinis ya se han ido de ti no me fío
Me he metío en líos yo solito me he salido
Colegas en busca y captura por allí escondidos
Que Dios me los perdone son todos hijitos míos
Sonando guarro, recién salido del barro
No me mires mal que te tunean el carro
No me mires bien que creo que quieres algo
Un ser antisocial en la copa de su árbol
Nando, Nando, llegaste derrapando
Con el culo cruzado y en las curvas pisando
Jesucristo y el demonio están hablando
Quieren discutir quien se lleva a Fernando
Po-Porros y parques, macarras con arte
Vamos dejando huella son ladrones sin guantes
Los ojos colorados como si fuera a Marte
De catas y cates, fumando diamante
Botándolo gratis, sonando en el cráter
Son los niños mas guapos del escaparate
Peones dando golpes primo, jaque mate

(translation)

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh.
Yipi-yipi-yipiyou
Yipi-yipi-yipiyou…
Eh eh
Parental notices, change of such, money orders
Last name hesitation, Costa Morales
Metal alloy, the reaction by the Label
Children control homework
When I speak, the loaves go up, I have no one to stop me, his brother his cousin his
I'm going in a Mclaren
You in a vespino vaffanculo porco Dio
This malandrino has rhythm, it has verve
Oh how cold, the bikinis have already left you, I don't trust you
I've gotten into trouble, I've just gotten out
Search and capture colleagues hiding there
May God forgive me they are all my children
Sounding dirty, fresh out of the mud
Do not look at me badly that they tune your car
Don't look at me well I think you want something
An antisocial being in the top of his tree
Nando, Nando, you came skidding
With the ass crossed and in the curves stepping
Jesus Christ and the devil are talking
They want to discuss who takes Fernando
Po-Poros and parks, badass with art
We are leaving our mark, they are thieves without gloves
Red eyes as if going to Mars
Of tastings and cates, smoking diamond
Throwing it away for free, ringing in the crater
They are the most handsome children in the showcase
Pawns hitting cousin, checkmate