Para Los Beltran

Here I start singing to let you know
To tell the story of the great friend Manuel
They call him the m1, some must already know

In Culiacan I stroll and I don't ride in a bulletproof car
Looking for my enemies who played a betrayal on me
The Beltran Leyva gentlemen who only left dust

State of Sinaloa, take care of your brave men
I will always be with you to kill the common ones
The m1 tells you, keep it in mind

They shattered my soul because they killed my son
Damn cowardly dogs, listen well to what I say
One day sooner or later they will feel my knife

I will tell you the name of who composed the corrido
So that the Beltrans know it was their own enemy
He is called Manuel Torres, he is Tachio's father

I'm leaving, I say goodbye, I'm going for that delicacy
Goodbye to my friends, we are no longer sensual
The Beltran Leyva gentlemen
Will not step on Culiacan