Virtud

Ah, laugh, let them bring the cash
Run, go and say it, life hanging by a thread
I cut my tongue to sharpen it
The profit is clean, smoking I cross myself
Italian gangsters negotiating for the scholarships
Mexican gang members collect even if you don't owe
Don't drink it, I'm from San Sebas
And I've been winning for a long time, I became a fan of the coin
Why do you get tangled up? This place is very dirty
Better keep a low profile and stay quiet, buddy
Cadillacs and Mustangs passing by the avenue
Looking suspicious with a lost gaze
Dice in the air, smoke in the curtain
Two lines on the table, the .22 hidden
Ah, always ready just in case
I don't even let the barber pass a razor on my neck
I distrust the reason of the human and their attitude
I know you want to see me well, but not better than you
Ah, it's my virtue
Always better than you and your crew