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Carta De Retiro

Ya pisaron la manguera del muchacho
Le cortaron las alas pa' trabajar
Con los años iba sacando las cuentas
Pero salieron errores al tomar
Le mandaron la carta de retiro
Y es cuando millones empezo a gastar

No crelleron que contaba con fortuna
Y a un reto a pleito lo llamaron
Once muertos tirados en la laguna
Y una carta con la firma del chavalo
No le busquen decían unas letras claras
Ya saben que el once es dia de mi cumpleaños

Mientras el jefe gastaba sus millones
Yo los pesos que agarraba iba guardando
Se que detrás de esa carta de retiro
Díez matones mi muerte se estan sorteando
Le pusiron alas al alacransito
Alrato sabran de que les vengo hablando

(Quitecen!!! oh los apachurro, Bamolos...)

Nos tramamos a chingazos un ratito
Parece que le faltaron baterias
En Culiacan pa' pelear ta parejito
Cuando gusten en la noche o por el dia
Que risa me esta pegando patronsito
Se le olvido yo era el que lo defendia

Hay niveles en la vida que se escalan
Es cosa de ver el minuto preciso
La ultima decisión esta en una bala
Pa' no pegar los cachetes en el piso
La linea de fuego ya no la brincamos
Y el árbol que nos da sombra esta macizo

Que la banda entone un corrido bonito
Y pal rancho que me sigan las muchachas
Que se pongan a bailar los caballitos
Y que todos se sienten como en su casa
Ahorita boy a sacar la 38
Pa' jugar un blanco junto con mi raza.

Resignation Letter

They already stepped on the boy's hose
They cut his wings so he could work
Over the years he was adding up the accounts
But errors came up when he would drink
They sent him a resignation letter
And that's when he started spending millions

They didn't think he had a fortune
And they called him to a law suit
Eleven dead laid out in the lagoon
And a letter with the boy's signature
Don't come looking for me the clear letters said
You know the eleventh is the day of my birthday

While the boss was spending his millions
The pesos I grabbed I was saving
I know after that resignation letter
Ten hitmen are raffling my death
They put wings on the little scorpion
Soon they'll know what I've been talking to them about

(Get out of the way!!! oh I'll crush you, let's go...)

We struggled for a while with blows
Seems like he was missing some batteries
In Culiacan we're ready to fight
Whenever you want, at night or day
I'm laughing so hard my boss
He forgot I was the one defending him

There are levels in life that you climb
It's a matter of seeing the precise minute
The final decision is in a bullet
So you won't smash your face on the floor
We no longer cross the fire line
And the tree that gives us shade is mighty

Let the band play a pretty corrido
And let the girls follow me to the ranch
Let the horses dance
And let everyone feel at home
Right now I'm going to get the 38
To shoot a target with my people.