La muerte de julio Beltrán

Blasts of the king of horns
Once again they are heard
The roosters didn't crow
They started to cry when they heard the news
That in Culiacan's capital
In a very elevated way they killed Julio Beltrán

They didn't give him any time
Because the fear was too great
More than 300 shots
The cowards fired
They didn't respect the boss
They broke the wire
Be alert, bastards
They will mess you up

They say Mayo Zambada
The Guzmans and the Beltráns
And the horse are very sad
They will always remember you
For being playful and mischievous
They will miss you more
In your grave
They started to cry with sadness

They will hit you with the firewood, they won't stop
The adjustments have begun, from Mexico to Culiacan
The brave gang is around and ready to fight
Spin the top, if you know how to dance

Julio with his Egyptian horn, couldn't shoot them
They won the game, like the rooster from San Juan
He fell like the great ones fall, he was truly great
Friend of El Mochomo, also of El Chapo Guzmán

To my norteño band, I don't want to see them cry
Even if compa Wiko cries, sing for my brother
And the kidnapping of my mother
And don't let my song 'The Despised' be missing
Don't forget