Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Baleado , by - Larry Hernandez. Song from the album 16 Narco Corridos, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 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 |