Historia de Un Bandolero

Tell me, Cano
Shout out to the bandit who hustled on the street
That despite all the bad, he always pushed ahead
He always finds a way on his own, no longer depends on anyone
But he's a good person, and God knows that well

Easy money ain't that easy
'Cause if you slip up, you end up behind bars
Life ain't easy, doesn't wanna be poor
He likes money like any other man

And even when they tell him no
He always ends up in trouble
And the more money he makes
The more he wants to fill up

And he doesn't wanna do time
His family feels the pain
He brought the money home
So there'd be food on the table

He doesn't wanna be poor anymore
He earned his name with sweat
Always praying to the one above
To turn copper into gold

Everyone knows who you are
You like money, fame, and women
Tell me, what do you prefer?
If it all ends when you die?

Everyone knows who you are
You like money, fame, and women
Tell me, what do you prefer?
If it all ends when you die?

Tell me, what do you prefer, freedom or prison?
Music or the alley?
Develop that gift
Or die in a stick-up worth a million?

Cursed money
I don't wanna go back, but sometimes I repeat
One foot on the stage, the other I won't take off
From how bad I've seen life

So much I've suffered
All that I've been through
All that I've lived
But God has helped me

So much I've suffered
What I've already been through
All that I've lived
But God has helped me

He doesn't wanna be poor anymore
He earned his name with sweat
Always praying to the one above
To turn copper into gold

Everyone knows who you are
You like money, fame, and women
Tell me, what do you prefer?
If it all ends when you die?

Everyone knows who you are
You like money, fame, and women
Tell me, what do you prefer?
If it all ends when you die?

Everyone knows who you are
You like money, fame, and women
Tell me, what do you prefer?
If it all ends when you die?