El de La Codeina (feat. Herencia de Patrones y Hijos de Garcia)

From the original corridos
From his Compita Natanael Cano
Now heritage of bosses
The sons of Garcia
Pull yourself, buddy
Eha

They say that for the narco
It's only the white powder to ease us
But that's a lie, 21st century in the 80s was the flu
With a drink, taking care of the areas
With the guns up high
Here in Califa, very, very, alert

With some tunes, the Sour Diesel
So the speakers sound
If I'm already tired, syrup in the glass
For the cough I still have
Many years have passed and it hasn't gone away
And I'm still drinking
Pure codeine and negotiating

The bald coconut arrives in eighty-six
With the engine well fixed
Rolling around for a while during the day's work
And at night I unwind
That's how I spend time with all the guys
In a well-formed team
Burning a good one, well traveled

P90s and long guns, Phoeniquera moving with eyes half-closed
Damn there drinking, hanging out at my house
From so much that I've indulged
Back in Peñasco, Compa Curro
Right there with his people, working
I earned the support, big shots

The neck tattooed
Several lines that result from being lazy
When I'm partying
Drinking in a glass, syrup with four muddy
Here I say goodbye forging some Sour Diesel
To get ready
Repeat the corrido and the little glass

They say that for the narco
It's only the white powder to ease us
Don't throw the steering wheel
It's better to stay quiet before they talk
It's not allowed, I won't say the code
And it's Hernán for his friends
Forging a little rooster, a little bath

We continue in the movement The Sons of Garcia
Compa Natanael Cano, old men
HP buddy
Pure ranch, music, old