Chorus
You knocked on the door and no one came out, you knocked again and God opened the door for you
15 bullets in your body and you are shot, take your head next time
you are buried
You knocked on the door and No one came out, you knocked again and God opened you up
15 bullets in your body and you are shot, take your head next time
you are buried.
Hetor the Father
The new M, colt He gets up, he hates to collect 40 from everyone in the house
Chamea, the gun loses 30 redy in his pocket (there is war in the house)
And colt, you know, watch out for the scoundrel, in his beak, he's rounding He had a couple of banchus, a couple of cool ones, and whoever was fantasizing would put him in the restaurant, they called him the vin laden and he would go around with a couple of crazy people, he would take out the pory and lower his mucus, he would mix the perico with the choco
He was not a chipichapi, everyone's father, the prisoner, he was the coconut, his partner Belto walked with the pali well wrapped by the ronel, but his finger was loose, he was already tired of working for little money, colt with the balchu and with the cars and with the cats, he hated Belto very pelao and in the cans always dawning sending the picata, he started in his store belto set up a kiosk of girdle with the weeds the turillo stops he liked the chaucha but he liked it better the trigger and he was with a couple of lokillo the difference led the brothers to kill each other, belto wanted to stay with the colts there was a couple of nebula until they threatened each other, it was decided that they would kill each other, the bush got bad, belto thought he was the one But he pulls and the night he dressed up, he put on a mask, he went into the living room and hit her with 10 bullet wounds.
Lord, please don't let me die, Jehovah, don't let me die, my daughter, My wife, do not let me die Lord, I ask you, have mercy, have mercy.
You knocked on the door and no one came out, you knocked again and God opened it up for you
15 bullets in your body and you're tired, get your head next time
you're going to be buried
You knocked on the door and no one came out He came out, you knocked again and God opened you up
15 bullets in your body and you are shot, take your head next time
you are going to be buried.
Hector the Father
Potro left the hospital, with signs of dementia, he no longer had a pana, he no longer had a conscience, the dark environment, colt descending coso and the one who fantasized colt, split him into troso, long months passed, belto followed the calgo and in the hamlet they accepted all the lalgo, belto with the Cat dedicated herself to making the stick, Colt hated it, he was crazy to hunt him, the decato decided, Colt hooked a 44, caught him and scored like 4, Belto pa´ la paila and Colt stayed in charge for a while, they hit him in court They offered him 104.
Lord please have mercy on me, Lord I promise you that this time if you help me I will not fail you again, Lord please help me.
You knocked on the door and no one came out, you knocked again and God opened you br/>15 bullets in your body and your shot, take your head next time
you will be buried.
Hector the Father
You will wonder where colt is, colt is in everyone's heart of us who have not been worthy, to thank God, after God has not delivered us from death so many times, but it is written in the word, that God is not going to contend with man forever, because of It is true that man is flesh and God is spirit, be careful that next time they do not open the door for you

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