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Cursed Blood

El Rm

Sangre de Maldito

No se cansa de ver sangre
Vive al lado del peligro
Y cuando le jala al cuerno
De chivo el veneno
Lo hace imperactivo
Su carácter representa
Su estilo su estado
Sangre de maldito

Usando la inteligencia
Paso a paso va creciendo
Se atraviesa una bazuka
Su radio se activa
Su gente se alerta
Esperan pa dar la orden
De tumbar a aquellos
Que se le atraviesan

El puesto se lo merece
Tiene toda la experiencia
Con el “m” se apalabran
Y los que no cumplen
Vuelan las cabezas
Un equipo de sicarios
Armados y listos
Pa usar la violencia

No se raja a los chingasos
Lo dicen pal que se anime
No hay nada que los detenga
Ondeados se llevan
Hay se la navegan
En combate bien aleados
Bien empecherado
Y listo pa la guerra

Varias troca y un 300
Se pasean en culiacán
La tambora no les falla
En las fiestas la banda
Les gusta jalar
Un rosario de amuleto
Protege al creyente
Hasta de satanás

No se cansan de ver sangre
Vive al lado del peligro
Y cuando le jala al cuerno
De chivo el veneno
Lo hace imperactivo
Su carácter representa
Su estilo su estado
Sangre de maldito

Cursed Blood

He doesn't get tired of seeing blood
He lives next to danger
And when he pulls the trigger
Of the goat's horn
He does it imperatively
His character represents
His style his state
Cursed blood

Using intelligence
Step by step he grows
A bazooka crosses his path
His radio activates
His people are alerted
They wait to give the order
To take down those
Who stand in his way

He deserves the position
He has all the experience
With the 'm' they agree
And those who don't comply
Their heads fly
A team of hitmen
Armed and ready
To use violence

He doesn't back down from fights
They say it to whoever dares
There's nothing to stop them
Waved they go
They navigate through it
In combat well-equipped
Well-prepared
And ready for war

Several trucks and a 300
They stroll in Culiacán
The tambora never fails them
At parties the band
They like to party
A rosary as an amulet
Protects the believer
Even from Satan

He doesn't get tired of seeing blood
He lives next to danger
And when he pulls the trigger
Of the goat's horn
He does it imperatively
His character represents
His style his state
Cursed blood

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