Pixeleados (feat. PESO PLUMA & Hassan Laija)

My Holy Death protects me
And here, I'm at 1000, always forging with my people
A venomous rooster to light up here
To blow smoke, to clear my mind

With my friends, I'm rolling
I light a blunt and then I hit a bong
The buddies arrive with a Swisher in hand
From buba, they look like they're coming well loaded

And sometimes in black, also pixelated
And I'm always watching them
And sometimes armed and well equipped
The short guns and radio in hand

Always bellicose, they look
With rifles, short guns, and long guns
And they always carry it slung with grenade launchers and with a big hit

I like the jewelry that weighs a kilo
With big diamonds and crushed gold
And if they see me patrolling at the checkpoint

Well changed, I always walk
With red soles, firm step forward
A big Rolex shining here in my hand
Always doing business, I'll be out there closing deals
And just bellicose corridos, old man
Fireworks!

I always carry the whole team
With knee pads and elbow pads
With tactical Timberland boots from Under Armor
Favorite toys are the M4

And sometimes with a cap and sometimes with a helmet
And sometimes well hooded
The golden sight for target practice
In a mess through trails and ravines
Descending the hills, you see only trucks, they're 4x4
And they always carry it slung with grenade launchers
And with big hits

I keep working from the ranch
My children are what keep me advancing here
And if danger is ahead, I jump to action
And to the hood I jump to shoot the shots
Bye!