Una Madre Llora
Ey, esto es música de la calle
Música de barrio, la vida real
El chamaco tiene su clientela
La tienda, la encuentra en la esquina
Cuando sale a la calle su jefa lo besa y también lo persigna
Y pa’ la vendimia, otro pinche día
Vendiendo pastillas, polvo y María
Su madre sabía, que su hijo andaba en malos pasos
Pero el caso nunca le hacía, cae la policía
Pero no lo encuentran, todos por el radio lo tienen alerta
Con unos Jabazos de su propia merca
Se pone bien pilas, la mente despierta
Pero, conoció a una muchacha que está media loca
A leguas se nota, chula La Niña
Pero con malos pensamientos
El no sabe que se equivoca
Era de la contra, le puso un 4, llegaron las trocas
Los rafaguearon y no hubo de otra
Le dieron 5 en el pecho y 3 en la chompa (chompa)
En plena avenida, un puño de balas le quita la vida
En el noticiero dijeron que hubo mucha sangre
Y la ranfla en llamas encendida
La Luna brillo, el no se imaginaba lo que le esperaba
A la calle salió y no sirvió de nada
Aunque su jefa le daba la bendición
Lo mataron a traición y todos wachando la acción
Una bala le atravesó el corazón
La Luna brillo, el no se imaginaba lo que le esperaba
A la calle salió y no sirvió de nada
Aunque su jefa le daba la bendición
Lo mataron a traición y todos wachando la acción
Una bala le atravesó el corazón
Porque la vida acaba y no te llevas nada
Mejor fíjate con quien te juntas
No es como pensabas
Y pa’ salir de trabas, tú mejor amiga es una fusca
Porque la vida acaba y no te llevas nada
Mejor fíjate con quien te juntas
No es como pensabas
Y pa’ salir de trabas, tú mejor amiga es una fusca
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
(Su jefa le daba la bendición)
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
(La Luna brillo)
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
(Porque la vida acaba)
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
(Mejor fíjate con quien te juntas)
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
(Vendiendo pastillas, polvo y María)
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
(Mejor fíjate con que-)
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
Y una madre llora, llora, llora, llora
A Mother Cries
Ey, this is street music
Neighborhood music, real life
The kid has his clientele
The store, he finds it on the corner
When he goes out to the street, his mom kisses him and also blesses him
And for the harvest, another damn day
Selling pills, powder, and Mary Jane
His mother knew that her son was going down the wrong path
But she never gave up, the police arrive
But they don't find him, everyone on the radio is on alert
With some hits of his own merchandise
He gets sharp, his mind awake
But, he met a girl who is a little crazy
It's clear as day, tough The Girl
But with bad thoughts
He doesn't know he's wrong
She was from the other side, she put a 4 on him, the trucks arrived
They shot them and there was no other way
They gave him 5 in the chest and 3 in the jacket
In the middle of the avenue, a bunch of bullets takes his life
On the news, they said there was a lot of blood
And the gang in flames ignited
The Moon shone, he didn't imagine what awaited him
He went out to the street and it was useless
Although his mom gave him her blessing
He was killed in betrayal and everyone watching the action
A bullet pierced his heart
The Moon shone, he didn't imagine what awaited him
He went out to the street and it was useless
Although his mom gave him her blessing
He was killed in betrayal and everyone watching the action
A bullet pierced his heart
Because life ends and you don't take anything with you
Better watch who you hang out with
It's not as you thought
And to get out of trouble, your best friend is a gun
Because life ends and you don't take anything with you
Better watch who you hang out with
It's not as you thought
And to get out of trouble, your best friend is a gun
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
(His mom gave him her blessing)
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
(The Moon shone)
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
(Because life ends)
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
(Better watch who you hang out with)
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
(Selling pills, powder, and Mary Jane)
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
(Better watch who-)
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
And a mother cries, cries, cries, cries
Escrita por: La Santa Grifa