Lyrics and translation Hijos De Barrón - El 3

El 3

Detras de mi andaba la dea
Me les perdi recale ami tierra
Si deporsi la liebre es ligera
Hoy olfatean mis huellas afuera

Socialise con fino señores
Le corretie meti varios goles
La olla llene avia pa frijoles
Si no eres de armas otra alma te come

Me fue mejor desde que me vine
Primero dios que nada se arruine
Si un paso doy siempre es paso firme
No soy chamaco que un santo lastime

Estoy alcien y siempre ala orden
Me sobran 10 tambien pal desorden
Me dicen tres entre mis plebones
Me gusta ser complacer los favores

No boi patras por mas que extrano
Me kieren dar una vida de años
De aceptar su techo y vocado
Prefiero gordas en sombra de palos

No digo adios sino asta luego
Poreso no creo que no brindemos
Los de barron tokenle con huevos
Esas guitarras que jarras tenemos

La Compuerta Sinaloa

The 3

Behind me was the DEA
I lost them and ended up in my homeland
If a hare is already fast
Today they sniff my tracks abroad

I socialized with fine gentlemen
I was a broker and scored several goals
I filled the pot so there would be beans
If you're not armed, another soul will devour you

I've been better off since I left
God willing, nothing will ruin it
If I take a step, it's always a firm step
I'm not a kid who would harm a saint

I'm up high and always on call
I have 10 to spare for disorder as well
They call me Three among my homies
I like to do favors

I don't go back no matter how much I miss it
They want to give me a life of luxury
To accept their roof and food
I prefer tortillas in the shade of trees

I don't say goodbye but rather see you later
That's why I don't think we should make a toast
The Barrons drink with guts
These guitars that we have are amazing

La Compuerta Sinaloa