Ojos Tumbados (feat. Junior H)

Live The art that kills
Competitor Junior, from the H
Pull, old man
He says

Eyes well laid, that's how I like to walk
Rolling with my buddies in the city
And they will see me with scratched skin
Big-faced the kid goes

It was very necessary to have to fight him
With two or three bastards they tried to pass
But I always walk tight
And they are no longer around

Working daily straight or crooked to generate
The bales as they come, they also go
Few will know, no one tells me anymore
I alone managed to achieve

In a sports car adrenaline I like
I floor it to the bottom, no one can catch me
Prayers from my mother
I always knew how to take care of myself

Pull, old man
Pure High Lineage, to hell
Pure Art kills, buddy Junior

The well-being of the family has always been my priority
For them I give everything, they lack nothing and will not lack
A humble house that life turns around

My passion the weapons, the girls my weakness
I enjoy everything bad with them
They love it
Throwing smoke in the air of medicinal weed

My buddy goes to one side, life made him my brother
In good and bad times he never fails, he is loyal
That's what many could never show

A different bearing, wherever I make myself noticed
My feet on the ground my dad told me
That's how it will be
I haven't forgotten where I come from and how I had to start