Hoy

Jamby

I keep trafficking, living the hustle
Folding money, without changing sides
They're envying me, criticizing
With my clique, rolling around

All day smoking, we're hunting
The checks arriving, the ugly ones investigating
Balancing the turns, I keep reigning
Free F, free Nando, we keep waiting

Bottles of whiskey, giving us the passes
Well guarded by drug lords, the merchandise on the boats
The taco, the shots, the cops, scoundrels
The bales, the sacks, confront and I'll take it from you

Today
I want what I want, I don't care what they want (no)
Let whoever dies, I covered my whole family
Many didn't believe because I was in my craziness
And now they only whisper what I have in my wallet

Many didn't believe because I was in my craziness

A lot of sacrifice to cross that border
Singing corridos and I come from Villa Palmeras
El Callejón del Río after Ismael Rivera
Without acting tough, but we plant the flag

Long live Mexico
Long live my corrido of bastards (Viva Mexico!)
If I die, I want to be remembered
Listening to my songs

Light up blunts by the bunch
Detonate the chivo horn
Out of respect for the bosses
Salt, tequila, and lemons

JC Karo
El Favo, son of a bitch

Today
I want what I want, I don't care what they want
Let whoever dies, I covered my whole family
Many didn't believe because I was in my craziness
And now they only whisper what I have in my wallet

JC Karo
Jamby El Favo
Fuk Fake Music
Tell me Mayk
Bravo

Latinos
We Latinos are the same, got it?
The street
The whole world