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Xxl Irione - Violencia Amor & Rendicion

Es una historia de violencia, amor y rendincion
Es una historia completa, el amor se respeta... y vuelan las cometas hacia el cielo,
Ellos que por siempre se amaron, por su amor se jugaron. y nunca se fallaron.
Es una historia completa, el amor se respeta... y vuelan las cometas hacia el cielo,
Ellos que por siempre se amaron, por su amor se jugaron. y nunca se fallaron.
La historia comienza con un desastre,
No hay plata, ni morfi, una panza, un hijo,
Un esposo nervioso,
Pero sueña con un trabajo, la vida digna sin que pesen los fantasmas desde antes.
Por eso piensa en "Quizas",
Quizas mangueando plata, o limpiando parabrisas,
La vida no esta facil... y ya no esta para jugar,
Si le falta a su hijo, no lo duda va a robar.
Pero no es un maldito, por eso descarta el delito...
Cara cansada y las manos... las tiene lastimadas,
Para cortar su viaje, quiere ser un buen padre...
Le pide todo el tiempo al santo padre que lo contraten,
Le den la chance, de progresar,
Por que a la calle nunca, nunca quiere,
Volver a regresar,
El negro lucha, siempre banca los trapos...
El mundo le pega sopapos...!!!
Es una historia completa, el amor se respeta... y vuelan las cometas hacia el cielo,
Ellos que por siempre se amaron, por su amor se jugaron. y nunca se fallaron.
Es una historia completa, el amor se respeta... y vuelan las cometas hacia el cielo,
Ellos que por siempre se amaron, por su amor se jugaron. y nunca se fallaron.
Probo cuidando coches... al toque lo llevaron.
La poli no lo dejaba tranquilo, y mas de una vez lo fajaron...
Navidad muy triste y sin regalos.
Nace la criatura y no habia ni caricaturas...
2 años de fracasos, entonces. lo pienso y acaso...
No dicen que el bebe viene con el pan en el brazo?
Mas de uno, no banca la toma y se pega un cuetazo!.
Un dia el negro se lo ilumino,
Un trabajo llamo, y la suerte cambio...
Curriculum de hacia 4 años, penso que no pegaba
Que siempre fracasaba, y su mujer contenta lagrimeaba,
No los dejo tirados,
Siguio para adelante,
Ya no estaba picante, el negro ya no es maleante,
Lo unico que preocupa...
Es que su hijo llegue temprano al jardin de infantes...
Es una historia completa, el amor se respeta... y vuelan las cometas hacia el cielo,
Ellos que por siempre se amaron, por su amor se jugaron. y nunca se fallaron.

Xxl Irione - Violence Love & Surrender

It is a story of violence, love and surrender
It's a complete story, love is respected... and the kites fly into the sky,
Those who have always loved each other, played for their love. and they never failed each other.
It's a complete story, love is respected... and the kites fly into the sky,
Those who have always loved each other, played for their love. and they never failed each other.
The story begins with a disaster,
There is no silver, no morfi, a belly, a son,
A nervous husband,
But he dreams of a job, a dignified life without the ghosts weighing down from before.
That's why he thinks about "Maybe",
Maybe handling silver, or cleaning windshields,
Life is not easy... and he's not here to play anymore,
If he lacks his son, he will no doubt steal.
But he's not a bastard, that's why he rules out the crime...
Tired face and hands... he has them hurt,
To cut his trip short, he wants to be a good father...
He asks the Holy Father all the time to hire him,
Give him a chance to progress,
Why to the street never, never wants,
Return to return,
The black man fights, he always banks the rags...
The world is giving him shit...!!!
It's a complete story, love is respected... and the kites fly into the sky,
Those who have always loved each other, played for their love. and they never failed each other.
It's a complete story, love is respected... and the kites fly into the sky,
Those who have always loved each other, played for their love. and they never failed each other.
I try taking care of cars... at the touch they took him.
The police wouldn't let him alone, and more than once they beat him...
Very sad Christmas and no presents.
The baby was born and there were no cartoons...
2 years of failures, then. I think about it and maybe...
Don't they say that the baby comes with the bread on his arm?
More than one, no bank takes it and sticks a cuetazo!.
One day the black one lit it up,
A job called, and luck changed...
Curriculum for about 4 years, I thought I didn't hit
That he always failed, and his contented wife would tear up,
I don't leave them lying around,
He moved on,
It was no longer spicy, black is no longer naughty,
The only thing that worries...
Is that your child arrives early to kindergarten...
It's a complete story, love is respected... and the kites fly into the sky,
Those who have always loved each other, played for their love. and they never failed each other.