Al Frente Y Al Mando
Con el equipo avanzado
Tranquilo, alterado
Y algo imperactivo
Intelecto de alto grado
Respeto a logrado
Hasta con enemigos
Lo an tratado de tumbar
No pueden lograrlo
Pelenado es muy fuerte
Al paso viene arrasando
Macho prieto al mando
Gonzalo va al frente
Del caballito aventado
Varios cargadores
Le rodean el cinto
Artillero empecherado
Trae por todos lados
Calibres distintos
R15 bien cargado
Granadas de mano
Y valor sufiente
Un jefe qe es fortaleza
Qe pelea y defiende
El cartel sinaloense
De abolengo fue heredado
Latin al cuadrado
Y lo respetan
Fuerza y poder a dos manos
Es humilde y pesado
Trabaja y pelea
No se queda con las ganas
Sus armas descarga
Hasta darle al blanco
Lucha a muerte la batalla
Lo ara asta qe ciaga
No lo an derrotado
Letes de vision norturna
Por si cae la noche
Qe nada lo sorprenda
Lanchas rapidas por agua
Con buenos motores
Nada los detecta
Siempre espalda con espalda
Respaldan al 1
Comanche y el chavo
360 Grados el chino
Y arturo vienen disparando
Sicatrises de las balas
Heridas qe sanan
Pero no se borran
El puede leer una cara
Con una mirada
Con su mente asombrosa
Reconose alos traidores
Y tocan su sangre
No va a perdonarlos
Aqel qe la hace
Pa paga
Trae cuentas pendientes
Y sigue cobrando
Un exito pa el combate
Basooka, anti-tanques
Armas muy avanzadas
Calibres anti blindajes
Dispara el coraje
Y sus lanza granadas
En el aire o en pabimento
De serca de lejos
Da tiro por viaje
Va sobre el mar y desierto
Barret de 600
El 11 es su clave
Guerrero experto atacando
15 Años luchando
Le gusta ir al frente
De mesclilla y en botado
Pechera y armado
Con su cachucha y lentes
Despierto en 1 y al tanto
Al frente y al mando
Desafiando al miedo
Pa un buen amigo es gonzalo
Pa contras y malos es
At the Front and in Command
With the advanced crew
Calm, but fired up
And a bit aggressive
High-level intellect
Earned respect
Even from enemies
They've tried to take him down
But they can't succeed
Fighting is too strong
Coming in like a storm
Tough guy in command
Gonzalo leads the way
On the wild little horse
With several magazines
Surrounding his belt
Heavy artillery
He's got it all around
Different calibers
R15 fully loaded
Hand grenades
And enough guts
A boss who's a fortress
Who fights and defends
The Sinaloan cartel
Inherited from lineage
Latin squared
And they respect him
Strength and power in both hands
He's humble and heavy
Works and fights
Never holds back
He unloads his weapons
Until he hits the target
Fighting to the death in battle
He'll do it until blind
They haven't defeated him
Night vision goggles
In case night falls
So nothing surprises him
Fast boats on the water
With good engines
Nothing detects them
Always back to back
Supporting the one
Comanche and the kid
360 degrees, the Chinese
And Arturo are firing
Scars from the bullets
Wounds that heal
But never fade
He can read a face
With just a glance
With his amazing mind
He recognizes traitors
And they touch his blood
He won't forgive them
Whoever does wrong
Will pay
He's got outstanding debts
And keeps collecting
A success for combat
Bazooka, anti-tank
Very advanced weapons
Calibers for armor
Fires with courage
And launches grenades
In the air or on the ground
Close or far
One shot per trip
He goes over the sea and desert
Barrett .600
11 is his code
Expert warrior attacking
15 years fighting
He likes to lead
In denim and laid back
Chest rig and armed
With his cap and glasses
Awake and alert
At the front and in command
Challenging fear
For a good friend, it's Gonzalo
For foes and bad guys, it's