Bye!
My Holy Death Protects Me
And Here I Am At My Best, Always Forging With My People
A Rooster Of Poison To Catch Me Here
To Blow Smoke, To Clear My Mind
With My Friends I’m Playing
I Light A Blunt And Then I Hit A Bongazo
The Friends Arrive With A Swisher In Their Hands
Bubba Looks Like They Come Well Loaded
Sometimes Black, Also Pixelated
And I’m Always Pissing Them Off
And Sometimes Armed, And Well Equipped
The Shorts And Radio At Hand
Very Warlike People Always Look At Each Other With Their Rifles, The Short Ones And The Long Ones.
And They Always Charge It With Grenade Launchers And A Tostonazo
I Like Jewelry That Weighs A Kilo
With Diamonds And Ground Gold
And If They See Me Patrolling At The Checkpoint
Well Changed I Always Walk
With Red Sole, Firm Step, Forward
A RolexóN Always Shines Here In My Hand
Businesses I Will Always Be Around Closing
And Pure Warlike Corridos, Old Man
Tracas!
All Equipment Always Carried
With Knee And Elbow Pads On The Arms
With Timberland And Under Armor Tactical Boots
Favorite Toys Are The M4
And Sometimes A Cap, And Sometimes A Helmet
And Other Times Well Hooded
The Golden Sight For Target Shooting
In Verguiza By Gap And Ravine
Going Down The Hills You Look Like A Pure Truck, They Are 4×4
And They Always Charge It With Grenade Launchers And Blows
I Keep Working From The Ranch
My Children Are What Keeps Me Here Moving Forward.
And If There Is Danger, I Will Jump To The Front
And I Jump To The Chest To Throw The Whips
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