Paroles et traduction Grupo Los de la O - Sangre Quintanilla

Sangre Quintanilla

En el R son cien tiros,
Corta calibre cuarenta
Es sumamente violento
Si se la hacen no la cuentan.

Listo veinticuatro siete
Son las horas y semanas
Está al cien con alíef Texas
Y el barrio de la manzana.

De las calles fue graduado
Especialista en las armas
Aya en La cincuenta y nueve
Los terrenos por donde anda.

Un suspiro por la blanca
Y un toque de la maria
Gustos que navega el cholo
Sangre de los Quintanilla.

Quise abraza a mi madre
Mientras mi sangre miraba
Pero me aferre ala vida
Y ese día no me tocaba

Mire ala gente de blanco
Se escuchaba un pulso bajo
Un milagro desde arriba
Me esperaban en el barrio.

(MUSICA)

Aquí hay hechos no palabras
No se olvida el atentado
El fly tiro por mensaje
Y el frank le brincaba al paro

Delataron las miradas
La traición estaba clara
La misión quedó cumplida
Pero lo alcanzaron balas.

Por su gente puso el pecho
Y el corazón de pasada
Un centímetro le dijo
Que la historia la contara.

Del huevo tomo el consejo
Por su gente dar pelea
Aquí nadie deja abajo
Saludos al fly y al Greñas.

Quise abrazar a mi madre
Mientras mi sangre miraba
Pero me aferre ala vida
Y ese día no me tocaba

Mire ala gente de blanco
Se escuchaba un pulso bajo
Un milagro desde arriba
Me esperaban en el barrio.

Quintanilla Blood

There are a hundred shots in R,
Caliber forty-five cut,
It is extremely violent,
If they do it, they won't tell.

Ready twenty-four seven,
It is hours and weeks,
He is one hundred with Alief, Texas,
And the apple block.

He graduated from the streets,
Specialist in weapons,
Over there on La cincuenta y nueve
The grounds where he walks.

A sigh for the white,
And a touch of marijuana,
Tastes that the cholo enjoys,
Blood of the Quintanillas.

I wanted to hug my mother,
While my blood was watching,
But I clung to life,
And that day was not my turn

I saw the people in white,
A low pulse could be heard,
A miracle from above,
They were waiting for me in the neighborhood.

(MUSIC)

Here there are facts, not words,
The attack is not forgotten,
He flies and shoots with a message,
And Frank was ready to help him.

The looks gave him away,
The betrayal was clear,
The mission was accomplished,
But the bullets caught him.

He put his chest out for his people,
And his heart gave a little,
A centimeter told him,
That he would tell the story.

He took the advice of the egg,
To fight for his people,
Here no one gives up,
Greetings to Fly and Greñas.

I wanted to hug my mother,
While my blood was watching,
But I clung to life,
And that day was not my turn

I saw the people in white,
A low pulse could be heard,
A miracle from above,
They were waiting for me in the neighborhood.