El Muletas
Le calleron 200 agentes
Lo rodiaron en el restaurante
Se pelo del lugar en caliente
A balazos salio el traficante
No pudieron llevarselo preso
R15 que bien te portaste.
Otra ves se burlo del gobierno
Le volvieron a pelar los ojos
Se les fue de las manos de nuevo
Les quedo claro que es poderoso
Sigue dandoles guerra el muletas
Y ahora se ha vuelto mas peligroso.
Jefe a cargo del comando negro
Brazo armado del cartel mafioso
A cualquiera se le quita el hipo
Cuando el hombre se pone furioso
Trae la escuela del jefe 8-9
Por los hechos se a vuelto famoso
Con su chanate lanza granadas
Es mas bravo que un perro rabioso
En su troca blindada va y viene
Personalmente atiende el negocio.
Cuando quiere recorre la plaza
No le importa que lleguen soldados
Lo acompaña su equipo de casa
Un convoy de hombres encapuchados
Y aunque lo anda buscando el gobierno
Los trabajos se llevan acabo.
A la orden compadre tres letras
La tercera no fue la vencida
Aqui sigo vivito y coliando
Al servicio de la compañia
Me tendran que seguir soportando
Mis colegas de la policia.
Ya conocen mi temperamento
Saben bien que yo no ando con juegos
Me volvi demasiado violento
Por que ustedes asi lo quisieron
Si ya no quieren que haya mas muertos
Vale mas que le bajen de huevos
El mensaje lo manda el muletas
Y lo firma su compadre teo
Pa servirles el de las tablitas
Y raydel mi nombre verdadero.
The Crutches
200 agents fell on him
They surrounded him in the restaurant
He peeled off from the place in heat
The trafficker came out shooting
They couldn't take him prisoner
R15, you behaved well.
Once again he mocked the government
They peeled his eyes again
It got out of hand again
It was clear to them that he is powerful
The crutches keep giving them trouble
And now he has become more dangerous.
Chief in charge of the black command
Armed arm of the mafia cartel
Anyone gets the chills
When the man gets angry
He brings the boss's 8-9 school
He has become famous for his deeds
With his chanate grenade launcher
He's fiercer than a rabid dog
In his armored truck he comes and goes
He personally attends to the business.
When he wants, he roams the square
He doesn't care if soldiers arrive
He is accompanied by his home team
A convoy of hooded men
And even though the government is looking for him
The jobs are carried out.
At your service, buddy, three letters
The third time wasn't the charm
Here I am, alive and kicking
In the service of the company
They will have to keep putting up with me
My police colleagues.
They already know my temperament
They know well that I don't play games
I became too violent
Because that's what you wanted
If you don't want any more deaths
It's better to back off
The message is sent by the crutches
And signed by his buddy Teo
To serve you, the one from the little boards
And reveal my real name.