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His little boss is praying to his god
And the boy is praying to death
Admiration is earned on the street
when things are done differently
The pistol is kept on the belt
We change them as children for toys
They say that being born here is a mistake
It's the street and I'm going to love it forever
I only know
All the bad things I've been through
Always pa'lante I never excused myself
But I know well where I'm going
The gun the cash because (Zaramay)
I have the blessing when I load the vest and go on the mission
I put the bread on the table, my mother in the house and I raise a good education
Throw a corridón pal' viejón, crazy life to the rampage, dead or in prison
It's not the mafia's fault, but the one who gets in and then doesn't put the pressure on
My compa said it, no longer compare the bride with the faithful wife
That bastard is not the same as seeing me in a Placosa
The gangsters sitting at the table, the toads buried in the pit
There is lead for your husband and for your ruca a bouquet of roses
Player like Ronaldo, a man like Archivaldo
I give my soldiers the balance and I never take time to arrive
The support comes behind me, I always have the support
Shrimp that falls asleep, is that clear? We throw it for broth
They say that I'm ambitious and that I'm coveted (pure coveted, crazy)
I am famous for killing the one you have next to you today
They look at us in the Mercedes and ask about the escort and the armored vehicle
They say that time runs a lot and my Rolex is frozen
Red are the ferras, black are the trucks
Bitches in the pura vida loca club
They don't want me for war, they only go by word of mouth
How do I command them here in Sierra Coca?
The vests with the initials of my team
My contract is with death to take care of me until my end
I have Jesus on one side and the devil is on the other
Don't ask for the street, they know it's us
His little boss is praying to his god
And the boy is praying to death
Admiration is earned on the street
when things are done differently
The pistol is kept on the belt
We change them as children for toys
They say that being born here is a mistake
It's the street and I'm going to love it forever
And I would not have been a singer, I would have been a delinquent
Very few opportunities, many are the dreams of my people
It is very different to be from the street and to be born in a country
Where they pay bad money, you have to kill or be killed
He's not going to tell me how things are done
I bring the kilos by boat from Panama or Colombia
Traffickers like Amado, we always walk through the skies
Looking for a bite and mocking the cemetery
The girl calls me often, I don't want to answer her anymore
I don't go unnoticed, I don't know if it's the garment, maybe the diamonds
I bought love from the outside and I have not signed on the record label
The bosses are with the bosses and it hurts whoever hurts
The kids say on the block to keep going
That I am the living example that no one will be able to knock down
That I go like foam to heaven, that's why I walk among the greats
My mother praying to God to take care of the street
To pure corrido, my crazy
Argentina and Mexico
Pure Coveted, to the dick compa
The 'boss' with the 'boss'
prince, you know
You already know it
The fingers with gunpowder, bastard
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