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 |