Muerte de Julio Beltran

Horn King Flurries
Once again they are heard ringing
The rays no longer sang
They started to cry
When they heard the news
that in culiacan capital
In a very drunken way
They kill Julio Beltran

They didn't give time to anything
Because the fear was very great
More than 300 bullets
The cowards shot
They didn't respect the boss
They blew the wire
Get trout bastards
They are going to break their mother

They say that mayo zambada
The Guzmans and the Beltranes
And the boar is very sad
They always have to remember you
For playful and mischievous
They will miss you much more
The pun pun goes with sadness
They started crying

They are going to throw firewood at them
They are not going to finish it
The adjustments began
From Mexico to Culiacan
Go the brave gallaga
And they are ready to fight
Pull the rope on the top
If they know how to dance

Julius with his Egyptian horn
He couldn't shoot them
They won the game
San Juan rooster juice
I fall as the great ones fall
And he was truly great.
Compadrito del mochomo
Also from Chapo Guzman

To my northern set
I don't want to see him cry
Even if I cry compa guicho
Sing the song of my carnal
And the kidnapping of my mother
And that it will not fail
My song the despised
Don't forget them.