Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song F1, artist - Natanael Cano.
Date of issue: 13.12.2018
Song language: Spanish
F1(original) |
Nunca tuvo miedo a nada |
Pues desde niño andaba en la ondeada |
Le gusta quemar la mota con todos sus camaradas |
Muy a gusto se la pasa |
En caliente fue creciendo la escuela de calle |
Me dio bastantes habilidades para destacarme |
No conozco otra forma de trabajar |
A mi padre, en la mente, siempre voy a llevar |
F1 el teporro |
La clave que trae el morro |
Por la H se nos mira |
Y aunque no ande de placoso, también me doy a notar |
Batallando le encontré el camino |
Gracias, Padre Cholo, sabes que contigo siempre al tiro |
Un abrazo mando al cielo para un querido amigo |
Carnal Bobby, te nos fuiste en el camino |
Con un gallo me relajo |
Con un chirri me destrampo |
En los antros disfrutando, de buena gente rodeado |
Y así todo sale bien |
Cuando menos pensaba, enredado |
En la mafia me encontraba, la vida no está pelada |
También hay que echarle ganas, nadie te regala nada |
Cuando me enclique yo ya sabía |
Que tenía que dar mi vida por el jefe, si tenía |
Cumpliré todo lo que me digan, mientras Dios me preste vida |
Pa' la papa saco yo todos los días |
El pellejo es el que rifa |
La palabra es importante |
Los huevos van por delante |
Y ni modo hay que rajarle, eso yo lo sé muy bien |
Corta edad es la que me acompaña |
También corta la fajada, precauciones adecuadas |
Que me tomo pa' la chamba, para que lo sepan los lacras |
Y el respaldo de todita la plebada |
Unos gallos en la arena |
Porque no, también festejan |
Los Lacoste allá por sierra |
Esos no se me despegan |
Al modo que debe ser |
(translation) |
He was never afraid of anything |
Well, since she was a child she was in the wave |
He likes to burn pot with all his comrades |
He spends it very comfortably |
In hot weather the street school was growing |
She gave me enough skills to stand out |
I don't know any other way to work |
To my father, in my mind, I will always carry |
F1 the teporro |
The key that brings the nose |
Through the H you look at us |
And although I don't walk placid, I also show myself |
Fighting I found the way |
Thank you, Father Cholo, you know that with you always at the shot |
A hug sent to heaven for a dear friend |
Carnal Bobby, you left us on the road |
With a rooster I relax |
With a squeak I fall apart |
In the clubs enjoying, surrounded by good people |
And so everything works out |
When I least thought, tangled |
I was in the mafia, life is not bare |
You also have to make an effort, nobody gives you anything |
When I hooked up I already knew |
That I had to give my life for the boss, if he had |
I will comply with everything they tell me, as long as God gives me life |
For the potato I take out every day |
The skin is the one that raffles |
The word is important |
Eggs go first |
And there is no way to cut him, I know that very well |
Young age is the one that accompanies me |
It also cuts the swaddle, proper precautions |
That I take pa' la chamba, so that the scourges know |
And the support of all the crowd |
Some roosters in the sand |
Why not, they also celebrate |
The Lacoste there by sierra |
Those don't come off |
the way it should be |