Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El Cazador, artist - Natanael Cano.
Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Song language: Spanish
El Cazador(original) |
Que se ocupan mas de uno |
Para tumbarme y les digo |
Saben que altar es mi casa |
Y el cazador anda al tiro |
Ideales fue formando |
Y con ellos tira casquillo |
Bien graduado de la escuela |
Para los altos fusiles |
En el sinto la que luce tres ocho |
Sus proyectiles |
Blindadas veran por brecha |
Cazando a los chapulines |
Hay recuerdos de un gran hombre |
Que ya no se encuentra en vida |
El quince ya muy mencionado |
Dejaste una gran herida |
Sin olvidarme del cabe |
Se le extraña y se le estima |
Su legado sigue activo |
Y sigue operando la linea |
La clica de los paletas |
Todos con el tiro arriba |
Y al que me ande con mamadas |
Lo mando pa la otra vida |
Que si sali de las calles |
Eso no me hace corriente |
Ya le batalle bastante |
Pa estar donde todos quieren |
Treinta trocas mi comando |
Y el desierto esta caliente |
Para tratar hay palabra |
Y mi palabra la respetan |
Para resolver problemas |
Conozco muchas maneras |
Y el que me invade el terreno |
Pa contarlo no regresa |
La vida me ha bendecido |
Por la familia que tengo |
Por ellos me la eh rifado |
Que sepan cuanto los quiero |
Y por donde quiera que yo ando |
Aqui en el corazon los llevo |
El ojo tengo en la mira |
Y mi objetivo no descuido |
Traigo muy buenos soldados |
Con ellos agradecido |
Nadie la piensa dos veces |
Para jalarle al gatillo |
(translation) |
that take care of more than one |
To lie down and tell them |
They know which altar is my house |
And the hunter goes to the shot |
Ideals was forming |
And with them he throws cap |
Well graduated from school |
For the tall guns |
In the sinto the one that looks three eight |
your projectiles |
Armored will see through breach |
hunting grasshoppers |
There are memories of a great man |
That he is no longer alive |
The already mentioned fifteen |
you left a big wound |
without forgetting the head |
He is missed and loved |
His legacy of him lives on |
And he keeps operating the line |
The click of the palettes |
All with the shot up |
And the one who gives me blowjobs |
I send it to the other life |
What if I left the streets |
That doesn't make me mainstream |
I already battled him enough |
To be where everyone wants |
Thirty trucks my command |
And the desert is hot |
To treat there is a word |
And they respect my word |
to solve problems |
I know many ways |
And the one that invades my terrain |
To tell him he does not return |
life has blessed me |
For the family I have |
I raffled it off for them |
Let them know how much I love them |
And wherever I go |
I carry them here in my heart |
The eye I have in my sights |
And my goal I don't neglect |
I bring very good soldiers |
with them grateful |
no one thinks twice |
To pull the trigger |