Los Plebes del Rancho de Ariel Camacho sabor del caldo

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Some chase the hare
and others catch it without running
money is not for everyone
but I know that it is still spent
the value of a person
is not known It measures in what it carries...
Many fight for the chop
and others want better bone
others by serving the dish
end up without the neck
if it already has flavor to the broth
it doesn't take up other condiments...
They want to sit in the chair
without knowing which table is
I won't deny them food
don't boast about greatness
if they go for what shines
the beasts become prey...
(And this is Del Records)
Green color of the bills
how they arrive from custom
there are things that come and go
when you walk among the fire
and the one who walks crookedly turns me on
he eats lead and if he sinks...
If dish for your mouth
they say that the soup falls out
even if you take it off or wear it
when it's your turn it's your turn
neither won nor lost
the fights are not very good ...
They want to sit in the chair
without knowing which table is
I won't deny them food
don't boast of greatness
if they leave for that shines
the beasts become prey...

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