En El Radio Un Cochinero (remix) (feat. Fuerza Regida, Luis R Conriquez y La Decima Banda)

And in the radio a mess with La Decima Banda
Our buddy Luis R Conriquez, La Fuerza Regida
And our buddy Victor
Come on, my buddy
Roll up your sleeves!

Let's go, old men
Buddy Jesus, buddy Victor
Another mess!
Ha, ha, government, old man
Something cool
Uah!
And for the thick hair to roll up, people

And in the radio a mess
Peel off from the corner, this one is already twisted
And step on the gas, they're following us
My mind clouded and I took a dry hit

In my chest my horn
I entrusted myself to Saint Jude, put on a vest
I raised the Glock, only my finger trembled
I heard a skid and saw it in the distance

The barrage came
The rain of bullets, several hitting the glass
I got into the dust
And in that gap the Cherokona slipped away from them

The rifle wasn't necessary, I lost them among the gaps
And just for revenge, I stuffed a plane full
Today we are who we are
And tomorrow let it be as God wills

And just so you know how the chain rubs, old man
Buddy Luis, buddy Victor
Iron, old man
To hell
Another mess

They knew fear
When they saw that the shot wasn't accurate
I heard that several even hid
Forgiveness was not enough, they stuck to their actions

A convoy from hell
Pure rag faces we were after the finger
Betrayals are paid, but with Saint Peter
He wanted to light the fire and they went up in flames

I fell into the den where that scum
With rifles and gear was waiting for me
The barrage came
Three bullets in the chest of the enemy hit me

I fired the rifle with force, mark me five on the count
I couldn't escape this one, you reap what you sow
For we were born to die
And whoever is afraid better not come

Let's go
Ay, ay, ay
And so La Decimona resounds, old man
In the radio a fucking mess, old man
Up with the mafia
And something beautiful for the camel, buddy Victor, buddy Jesus
And La Decimona, old man
Iron