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And on the radio a mess with La Decima Banda

My buddy Luis R Conriquez, la Fuerza Regida

And my buddy Victor

Come on, my buddy

Roll up your sleeves!

Let's go, old timers

Buddy Jesus, buddy Victor

Another mess!

Government, old man

Something cool

And so you can roll up your thick hair, people

And on the radio a mess

Get out of the neighborhood because they already twisted this one

And step on the gas pedal because they're following us

My mind went blank and I took a dry hit

My horn on my chest

I entrusted myself to Saint Jude, I put on a vest

I raised the Glock, my finger was trembling

I heard a screech and I saw it in the distance

The barrage came

The rain of bullets, several hit the glass

I got into the dust cloud

And in that gap, the Cherokona slipped away from them

The rifle wasn't necessary, I lost them in the gaps

And just for revenge, I stuffed a plane full

Today we are who we are

And tomorrow, let it be whatever God wants

And just so you know how the chain rubs, old man

Buddy Luis, buddy Victor

Iron, old man

Another mess

They experienced fear

When they saw that the Cuatro wasn't accurate

I heard that some even hid

Forgiveness was not enough, they stuck to their actions

A convoy from hell

Pure rag faces, we were after El Dedo

Betrayals are paid, but with Saint Peter

He wanted to ignite the fire and they got burned

I went to the den where that scum

With rifles and equipment was waiting for me

The barrage came

Three bullets in the chest of the enemy hit me

I fired the rifle with force, mark me five on the score

I couldn't escape this one, you reap what you sow

Because we were born to die

And whoever is afraid, better not come

Ay, ay, ay

And so La Decimona echoes, old man

On the radio, a fucking mess, old man

Long live the mafia

And something beautiful for the camel, buddy Victor, buddy Jesus

And La Decimona, old man

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