Paroles et traduction Larry Hernandez - Los 3 Números

Los 3 Números

Arriva de 170 velocidada alterada
Ya sea en una cheyenne o en automovil volaban
Los que andubieron con el
Sabran que no son habladas
De tijuana a culiacan
De culiacan a jalisco
El arregalaba negocios se le miraba trankilos
Siempre con la santa muerte
Se percinaba mi amigo
Corria el mes de septiembre
3 amigos se juntaban
Se les miraba trankilos
Y el 16 les decia
Ochoa ahi que invitar al 5
Para comprar mercansia
Ya agarraron la costera
Con rumbo a guadalajara
Con alta velocidada
Y el bora blanco volaba
Quedandose en nayarit
Su raya estaba pintada
Ya cuando se metia el sol
Varios radios escuchaban
La noticia era muy triste
Se hablaba de una desgracia
Quedando los 3 sin vida
Dejando penas amargas
16 era el javier
Y el 8 el compa emiliano
Siempre en estacion ovispo
Le miraban ruletiando
Y el 5 de navolato
Los 3 eran buenos gallos
Ese año del 2007
Le cortaste el hilo a varios
Ya no tronaran los tiros
Por las calles de akel rancho
Familia compadres y amigos
Dispensenos el mal rato

The 3 Numbers

Arriving at 170, high-speed altered
Whether in a Cheyenne or a car, they were flying
Those who drove with him
Will know that they are not spoken for
From Tijuana to Culiacan
From Culiacan to Jalisco
He settled business deals, he seemed calm
Always with the Holy Death
My friend would cross himself
The month of September was running out
3 friends were getting together
They seemed calm
And the 16th used to say
Ochoa, we have to invite the 5th
To buy merchandise
They already took the coastal road
Heading to Guadalajara
At high speed
And the white Bora was flying
Coming to a stop in Nayarit
Its line was painted
When the sun was setting
Several radios were listening
The news was very sad
It spoke of a tragedy
Leaving the 3 without life
Leaving bitter sorrows
16 was Javier
And 8 was my friend Emiliano
Always in station Ovispo
They would see him gambling
And 5 was from Navolato
The 3 were good guys
That year of 2007
You cut the strings of many
The shots will no longer thunder
Through the streets of that ranch
Family, friends and compadres
Excuse us for the bad time