La Hielera
Sentado en una hielera,
Escuchando un corrido,
Le jale un cuerno de chivo,
Rodeado por mis amigos,
Con ellos yo recordava,
Todo lo que en vida e sido
Se me calento el terreno,
Me buscaban por mafioso,
Me achacaron varias muertes,
Por la prensa publicaron,
Y como si fuera poco,
Hasta rifles me achacaron
Me pierdo por temporada,
Cuando no hay que dar la cara,
Oscuresco y no amardesco,
Si se trata de alguna chamba,
Yo no tengo quien me empuje,
Solito me abiento al agua
Me gusta escuchar consejos,
Pero no me manden nada,
Cuando algo me sale mal,
Pa mi nadie me regaña,
Me aseo por donde quiera,
Con damas y camaradas...
The Ice Box
Sitting in a cooler,
Listening to a corrido,
I pulled him a goat's horn,
Surrounded by my friends,
With them I remembered,
Everything that I have been in life
My ground got hot,
They were looking for me as a mafia member,
Several deaths were blamed on me,
Through the press they published,
And as if that were not enough,
They even blamed rifles on me
I get lost by season,
When you don't have to show your face,
Dark and not bitter,
If it's about some job,
I have no one to push me,
I just open myself to the water
I like to listen to advice,
But don't send me anything,
When something goes wrong,
For me, no one scolds me,
I wash myself wherever I want,
With ladies and comrades...