Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Baleado, artist - Larry Hernandez. Album song 16 Narco Corridos, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 19.09.2017
Record label: Sodin
Song language: Spanish
El Baleado(original) |
Me pongo un toque de cush |
Y mi persona se altera |
No miro buenos con tranchetes |
Y bien traigo una loquera |
Ese humo tranquilizante |
Hasta el cerebro me pega |
Ya sea coca original |
Pues me encanta la lavada |
Cuando los tenga en cortito |
Les pegare una pasada |
Con el rafago que traigo |
Los trozo y no es paniquiada |
Ya cuando baje el avion |
No lo dejo aterrizar |
A mi me encanta la altura |
Con la chronik pega mas |
Y nomas punteo la pista |
Y me vuelbo a levantar |
Solito planeo el ataque |
A como los voy a trozar |
Con aceite de cocer |
Lo mire arreglando un rifle |
Le pegaba unos llamones |
Decia que iba a ver desquite |
Por que los que balacearon |
Torturaron sin medirse |
La mota que me robaron |
Me van a pagr muy caro |
Por que me dejaron vivo |
Mejor me hubieran matado |
Pues no c la van a acabar |
Cuando los traiga encajuelados |
Les traigo un odio y rabia |
Pues los comere lo juro |
Y no voy a masticarlos |
Masticar yo no acostumbro |
Si por muerto me dejaron |
Me la pagaran lo juro |
Y a quien le quede este traje |
A ver de flete y los tumbo |
(translation) |
I wear a touch of cush |
And my person is altered |
I don't look good with tranchetes |
And well I bring a loquera |
That soothing smoke |
Even the brain beats me |
Whether original coke |
Well I love washing |
When I have them in short |
I'll give them a pass |
With the gust that I bring |
The pieces and it is not paniquiada |
Already when the plane goes down |
I don't let it land |
I love the height |
With the chronik hits more |
And I just dot the track |
And I get up again |
Alone I plan the attack |
How am I going to chop them |
with cooking oil |
I watched him fixing a rifle |
He hit some llamas |
He said he was going to see revenge |
Why those who shot |
They tortured without measuring |
The mote that was stolen from me |
They are going to pay me very dearly |
Why did they leave me alive? |
Better they would have killed me |
Well, they're not going to finish it |
When I bring them boxed |
I bring you a hate and rage |
Well I'll eat them I swear |
And I'm not going to chew them |
I'm not used to chewing |
If they left me for dead |
They will pay me I swear |
And to whom does this suit fit? |
Let's see freight and the tumbo |