Mnauel Torres Sin Apodos
Tengo que hacer estos versos
Ya no pal ondiado ni pal m1
Sino pa aquel hombre bueno
Que nacio y creo en los llanos del refugio
El hombre de buena mata
Que para la parranda tiene buena charla
Es es el mismo de la clave
Pero este por dentro tiene sentimientos
En su vida hay alegrias
Verdades mentiras accion al momento
Acciona con las verdades
Y usa las mentiras pa enamoramientos
Le gustan las diversiiones
Le gusta lo bueno y se da sus lujos
Un gran gusto por las armas
La atencion le llaman y porta con gusto
Lo acompaña una superona
Y esas 4-5 a le gustan mucho
Buen estilo es el que se porta
Y a todo le pone un toque a su modo
A los caballos los hace
Que agarren el paso que a el mas le cuadre
Comprobado esta en la feria
Porque el consiguio la posicion primera
Es la retroescabadora
Juguete del viejo como si fuera nintendo
Le gusta hacer sus paisajes
Abrirese caminos y hacer sus canales
Por eso para llegarles
Se ocuaps ir seguido para no equivocarse
Como toda su vida
Le ha gustado oir las notas musicales
Esto es lo que le mantiene
El corazon alegre y las mujeres
Con las notas de una banda
Y al compas del acordeon se oien mas mejor
Manuel Torres No Nicknames
Gotta write these verses
Not for the fake or for no one
But for that good man
Who was born and raised in the plains of the refuge
The man with a good heart
Who's got good conversation for the party
He's the same as always
But deep down he's got feelings
In his life there's joy
Truths, lies, action in the moment
He acts with truths
And uses lies for love affairs
He likes to have fun
He likes the good stuff and indulges himself
A great love for weapons
Attention calls him and he proudly carries
He's always with a big gun
And those 4-5 he really likes
He's got a good style
And he puts his own touch on everything
He makes the horses
Take the steps that suit him best
Proven at the fair
Because he got the first position
He's the backhoe
An old man's toy as if it were a Nintendo
He likes to create his landscapes
Open paths and make his canals
That's why to get there
You have to go often to not make mistakes
Like his whole life
He's always liked to hear musical notes
That's what keeps him going
A happy heart and the women
With the notes of a band
And to the rhythm of the accordion they sound even better