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Remembering Michoacán

Los Buitres de Culiacán Sinaloa

Recordando a Michoacán

Recordando a michoacan kise descargar un cuerno,
Me encontraba amanecido ya traia varios desvelos,
Tomaba un trago de vino y un suspiro pal cerebro.

Califronia bello estado como eeh ganado dinero,
Como eeh repartido libras por todos estos terrenos,
Como eeh rifado mi suerte peliado cn el gobierno.

Ya me acosutmbre a lo bueno ya eeh dejado la pobreza,
Muchos jefes importantes me admiran y me respetan,
Lo unico que no eeh olvidado michoacan mi linda tierra.

Mujeres bellas mujeres eeh tenido por montones,
Tambien tantas amistades pistoleros y matones,
Pero tengo muy buen ojo pa reconocer traidores.

La tambora suena y suena cada vez que se me antoja,
Seguido se me amanece no quiero hacer otra cosa,
Quiero disfrutar la vida antes de irme pa la fosa.

Ya me acostumbre a lo bueno ya eeh dejado la pobreza,
Muchos jefes importantes me admiran y me respetan,
Lo unico que no eeh olvidado michoacan mi linda tierra.

Remembering Michoacán

Remembering Michoacán, I wanted to download a horn,
I was up all night, already had several sleepless nights,
I took a sip of wine and a sigh to the brain.

California beautiful state how I've made money,
How I've distributed pounds throughout these lands,
How I've risked my luck fighting with the government.

I've gotten used to the good life, I've left poverty behind,
Many important bosses admire and respect me,
The only thing I haven't forgotten is Michoacán, my beautiful land.

Beautiful women, I've had plenty,
Also many friendships with gunmen and thugs,
But I have a good eye for recognizing traitors.

The tambora plays and plays whenever I feel like it,
Often I stay up all night, don't want to do anything else,
I want to enjoy life before I go to the grave.

I've gotten used to the good life, I've left poverty behind,
Many important bosses admire and respect me,
The only thing I haven't forgotten is Michoacán, my beautiful land.

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