Sangre de Guerra

He continues with his armed struggle, Gonzalo is a legend with a bazooka in hand
His armament is top-notch, his vest full of weapons
The 11 or the dark male, the boss, the master of the old school
He brings his hands tied, boots stained with war blood

With battle scars, 15 years in the fight and he hasn't tired
He receives, distributes, and doesn't profit, his rank is high like a civilian
Advancing in the line of fire, by sea and desert, his power grows
Opening new territories, franchises secure lands of mp

The general is wounded by great friends who have died fighting
But a .50 caliber blasts armor, he continues avenging
The mafia never forgives, it expands in the area, on alert
Strategies in his mind, he attacks head-on against any prey

Commended with medals, he has plenty of courage, his people are action-oriented
The comanche gives an order, raise your weapons, fire at will
The team is growing, almost 600 to defeat
Because his loyal boys are warriors who die for him

His command comes armed with 30 armored vehicles, pressing with force
Almost defeated, missiles explode, winning the war
The boss never skimps on artillery, it's highly advanced
Rifles, expanding bullets, and among his arsenal, imported barrets

Generations pass, new names filled with glory
Gonzalo doesn't need lineages, in every passage, history frames him
Opening new paths, he puts the enemy on his trench
He continues with his armed struggle, boots stained with war blood