Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soldado Imperial , by - Los Cuates de Sinaloa. Release date: 21.10.2012
Song language: Spanish
Soldado Imperial(original) |
| Saben que me altero si insultan al gordo |
| También por el 4 yo brinco y respondo |
| Seré chaparrito mas no subestimen |
| Que les puede ir mal |
| Me apodan el Cheyo nos marcan al radio |
| Es para avisar cuando entran contrarios |
| No pierdan su tiempo la plaza es de alguien |
| Y así seguirá |
| Siempre ando al tirante como un overol |
| Paseando en mi razor detrás un comboy |
| Tal vez en terreno rumbo pa' la sierra |
| Cuando hace calor |
| Soy acelerado y a veces calmado |
| Cuando se a ofrecido nunca me e rajado |
| Protejo el imperio con plomo y veneno |
| Soldado imperial |
| Hay buenas y malas pero así es la vida |
| Te da muchas cosas algunas te quitan |
| Y mi primo Pocho falta en el equipo |
| Lo voy a extrañar |
| Crecimos, vivimos juntos, unidos |
| Mayito el apoyo, Cheyo protección |
| Unidos por sangre Culiacan trabajo |
| Y la corporación |
| Retumba la banda cuando ando enfiestado |
| Pero sanamente nunca ando tomado |
| Solo en ocasiones pues ando al pendiente |
| Cuidando al señor |
| Una calavera me brinda suerte |
| Y una 5−7 que escupe la muerte |
| Dos clave legado que yo me e ganado |
| Soldado imperial |
| (translation) |
| They know that I get upset if they insult the fat man |
| Also for 4 I jump and answer |
| I'll be short but don't underestimate |
| What can go wrong |
| They nickname me Cheyo, they mark us on the radio |
| It is to warn when opponents enter |
| Don't waste your time, the square belongs to someone |
| And so it will continue |
| I'm always on the strap like overalls |
| Riding my razor behind a comboy |
| Maybe on the ground heading for the mountains |
| When is hot |
| I'm fast and sometimes calm |
| When it has been offered I have never cracked |
| I protect the empire with lead and poison |
| Imperial soldier |
| There are good and bad but that's life |
| It gives you many things, some they take away |
| And my cousin Pocho is missing from the team |
| I'll miss him |
| We grew up, we live together, united |
| Mayito the support, Cheyo protection |
| United by blood Culiacan work |
| and the corporation |
| The band rumbles when I'm partying |
| But healthily I'm never drunk |
| Only on occasions because I'm on the lookout |
| taking care of the lord |
| A skull brings me luck |
| And a 5−7 that spits death |
| Two key legacy that I have earned |
| Imperial soldier |