Paroles et traduction Fuerza Regida - Aquel Morrillo

Aquel Morrillo

De niño era aquel morrillo que no le veían futuro
Mi padrecito a mi lado le hizo cómo pudo
En las calles de muy chavalo, me gustó andar de vago

No digo que le batallé pero sí me he esforzado
Gracias a mis jefecitos comida hay en mi plato
Pa′ llegar en dónde estoy, no me he rajado

Problemas he tenido pero aquí ando
Los puercos me agarraron por crimen organizado
No hay pedo, ando al tiro, ando al chingazo

Una noche me soltaron unos cuantos balazos
Bien aportillado el carro en el que iba navegando
Balas volando, no me tocaron, gracias a mi santo

De niño era aquel morrillo, ahora anda al tiro
Pura Fuerza Regida
Otro pedo

Unos años han pasado de aquel atentado
Ahora todo bajo el agua con menos invitados
Pura envidia hasta la familia no les gusta que ande arriba

Un saldo al Compa Fili que es como un hermano
A mi mujer por el desmadre que tanto me ha aguantado
A mis amigos, los familiares que me siguen apoyando

Agarro vuelo en mi doble S a cada rato
Las armas mi delirio cuando las disparo
La ventisiete, la treinta y ocho, San Judas incrustado

Pa' la playa, pa′ pistear unas dos equis en mano
Un Don Julio, Rémy Martin, diecisiete, treinta y ocho
Música en vivo, toquen corridos, y unos suspiros

Aquel Morrillo

When I was a kid I was that little boy who had no future in sight
My father by my side did what he could
In the streets, very young, I liked to hang out

I'm not saying I struggled, but I've worked hard
Thanks to my bosses, there's food on my plate
To get where I am, I didn't give up

I've had my problems, but here I am
The pigs nabbed me for organized crime
No worries, I'm on the lookout, I'm on the go

One night they let loose a few shots at me
My car was well armored as I cruised along
Bullets flying, they didn't touch me, thanks to my saint

As a child I was that little boy, now I'm on the lookout
Pura Fuerza Regida
Another thing

A few years have passed since that attack
Now everything is under wraps, with fewer guests
Pure envy, even my family, they don't like me to be on top

A shout-out to my Compa Fili, who's like a brother
To my wife, for all the chaos she's put up with
To my friends, the family who continue to support me

I take flight in my double S at every turn
Guns are my obsession when I shoot them
The twenty-seven, the thirty-eight, San Judas encrusted

To the beach, to drink some Dos Equis in hand
A Don Julio, Rémy Martin, seventeen, thirty-eight
Live music, play corridos, and some sighs