Vida Mafiosa
Sentado en una hielera
y escuchando un corrido
le jale al cuerno de chivo rodeado de mis amigos
con los versos recordaban todo lo ke
en vida eh sidoo
me pierdo x temporadas cuando no hay ke dar la cara
obscuresco y no amanezko si se trata de una chamba
yo no tengo kien me enpuje
solito me habiento al agua
se me calento el terreno me buscaban x mafioso
me achacaron varias muertes que en la prensa publicaron
y komo si fuera poko
hasta rifles me achacaron
y arriba la sierra primo
hechale montez¡¡
me pierdo x temporadas cuando no hay ke dar la cara
obscuresco y no amanezko si se trata de una chamba
yo no tengo kien me enpuje
solito me habiento al agua
me gusta escuchar concejos pero no me manden nada
cuando algo me sale mal a mi nadie me regaña
me paseo x donde kiera kon damas y camaradas
Mafia Life
Sitting on a cooler
and listening to a corrido
I took a hit from the chivo horn surrounded by my friends
with the verses they remembered everything that
I've been in life
I disappear for seasons when there's no need to show my face
I get dark and don't wake up if it's about a job
I don't have anyone to push me
I throw myself into the water alone
The ground heated up for me, they were looking for me as a mafioso
They blamed me for several deaths that were published in the press
And as if that wasn't enough
they even accused me of having rifles
And up in the mountains, cousin
throw some Montez
I disappear for seasons when there's no need to show my face
I get dark and don't wake up if it's about a job
I don't have anyone to push me
I throw myself into the water alone
I like to listen to advice but don't send me anything
When something goes wrong for me, no one scolds me
I walk wherever I want with ladies and comrades