Muerte de Julio Beltran

King Horn Bursts
They hear themselves ringing again
The rays no longer sang
They started crying
When they heard the news
That in Culiacan capital
In a very treacherous manner
Julio Beltran is killed

They didn't give him time for anything
Because the fear was very great
More than 300 bullets
The cowards fired
They did not respect the boss
They blew the wire
Get your asses on, you bastards
They are going to break their mother

They say that the May zambada
The Guzmans and the Beltrans
And the boar is very sad
They will always remember you
For being playful and mischievous
They will miss you much more
The pun pun goes with sadness
They started crying

They are going to throw firewood at them
They are not going to finish it
The adjustments began
From Mexico to Culiacan
The brave galaga is going
And they are ready to fight
Pull the string on the top
If they know how to dance it

Julio with his Egyptian horn
He couldn't shoot them
They won the game
St. John's rooster juice
I fell as the great ones fall
And he was really great
Little friend of the mochomo
Also from Chapo Guzman

To my northern group
I don't want to see him cry
Even if I cry, my friend Guicho
Sing my brother's song
And the kidnapping of my mother
And that it will not fail
My song the despised
Don't forget it