Gerardo Ortiz morir con estilo

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A thousand bullets in the wind have had an effect, the bullets that rain if you are not
you are awake but when you sleep time stops and
Time brings time, I take the poison and have been in good treatment
memories remained Today are my bullets that eat my body
Fire against fire in the end is eternal if they want my hides
My rifle brought eggs I salute death, let us avenge your kingdom
I want so much noise if they are bad marsas and the fear, the loads that
ingested my bush, the cars arrived in their caravans
Oh how I horn in my own window between the door and the
Glass shielded me, sparks shone on a thousand armored vehicles
And death above all my discharges I ran out of parki
I continued with the squad and the last attempt I ate their
Bullets like this lady give me her cleavage
A dead man without life nor without justice but a revenge comes out
I am stubborn about the luck of the living, the dead, the envy scares me
I have left, listen to the irony, my luck, my bullets, family
It's the same
It boils their guts that I went on tours to them and they took me in
Man among their ranks the son of a partner who would think it
Just for a few
Pounds that they gave me, it is very expensive for them to take my life
Times of violence anyone is damned, you prefer or tersil
Permits of disk bibs grenades the fear has gone away
Well, the same story all the corridos are made
The blame for being so lost but the pleasure of doing
Money is the vice, cars, pleasures, fame and corridos
Legends, women, exsibido luxuries I prefer to die killing the enemy
The enemy be shooting bullets, die in style

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