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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 am 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 see where we are going
Come here I bring them all
The batteries to party
Here is the Life goes 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
Life is tough here
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