Muerte de Julio Beltran
Rafagas de rey de cuerno
Otra vez se oyen sonar
Los rayos ya no cantaron
Se pusieron a llorar
Cuando oyeron la noticia
Que en culiacan capital
En forma muy alevosa
Matan a julio beltran
No le dieron tiempo a nada
Porque el miedo era muy grande
Más de 300 balasos
Dispararon los cobardes
No respetaron al jefe
Se volaron el alambre
Ponganse trucha cabrones
Les van a partir su madre
Dicen que el mayo zambada
Los guzman y los beltranes
Y el jabali esta muy triste
Siempre te han de recordar
Por jugueton y travieso
Mucho más te han de extrañar
El pun pun va con tristeza
Se pusieron ha llorar
Les van a tirar con leña
No se la van a acabar
Empesaron los ajustes
De mexico a culiacan
Anda la gallaga brava
Y andan listo pa pelear
Jalenle la cuerda al trompo
Si es que lo saben bailar
Julio con su cuerno egipcio
No les pudo disparar
Le ganaron la partida
Jugo al gallo de San Juan
Cayo como caen los grandes
Y el era grande en verdad
Compadrito del mochomo
Tambien del chapo guzman
A mi conjunto norteño
No lo quiero ver llorar
Aunque llore compa guicho
Canten la de mi carnal
Y el secuestro de mi madre
Y que no vaya a fallar
Mi cancion el despreciado
No se les vaya a olvidar
Death of Julio Beltran
King Horn Bursts
They hear themselves ringing again
The rays no longer sang
They started crying
When they heard the news
That in Culiacan capital
In a very treacherous manner
Julio Beltran is killed
They didn't give him time for anything
Because the fear was very great
More than 300 bullets
The cowards fired
They did not respect the boss
They blew the wire
Get your asses on, you bastards
They are going to break their mother
They say that the May zambada
The Guzmans and the Beltrans
And the boar is very sad
They will always remember you
For being playful and mischievous
They will miss you much more
The pun pun goes with sadness
They started crying
They are going to throw firewood at them
They are not going to finish it
The adjustments began
From Mexico to Culiacan
The brave galaga is going
And they are ready to fight
Pull the string on the top
If they know how to dance it
Julio with his Egyptian horn
He couldn't shoot them
They won the game
St. John's rooster juice
I fell as the great ones fall
And he was really great
Little friend of the mochomo
Also from Chapo Guzman
To my northern group
I don't want to see him cry
Even if I cry, my friend Guicho
Sing my brother's song
And the kidnapping of my mother
And that it will not fail
My song the despised
Don't forget it