Compa, here I bring some plebes
Where I look at it to make shelter
I know that life is very short
That's why I live it hard
I went through some frost
To' the throat that we walk dry
It seems that I have the desire
And today it looks like we're going to wake up
This friend is already talking to us right now
Here I'm already well stuck
You already know this business
br/>The plebitas are a long time
I look at it here in Sinaloa
Right now we'll see where we're going
Come here I'll bring them all
The batteries to party
Here's the Life is going hard
Compa, I know that well
I had to live it
Well, the blood runs from the old man
The same thing happens to me
Although I can't believe it
And many leave with the feint
And they don't know my whereabouts
Without much arguing
I know I'm counting on the old man
[ And Jalese solid my friend Beto ]
[ This is my friend Kevin and pure old BadSin ]
And I ride a horse
Since I was 8 years old
I have liked guns
I thank you for the detail
A super 38 at 18 well saddled
With my father's school
I thank you for your support
I ride a Heavy
Raised for make a mess
I often go to the hills
I have a great time
I like to walk in the air
Because up there there is no one who can reach me
And at my young age I don't understand
My father's business
Here life is tough
Compa, I know that well
I had to live it
Well the blood runs from the old man
The same thing happens to me
Although I can't believe it
And many leave with the feint
And they don't know my whereabouts
Without walking with much arguende
I know I'm counting on the old man