Historia de Los Barrios

Reminiscences on the fourth of July
With the crew fixed, they got on the plane
A year ago burning firecrackers
At that moment, stirring a little rooster
Three friends who were trustworthy
It was me, my brother, and the scumbag who betrayed us

The weed was rolled up in the car
While the buddy rolls another joint
The trunk full of notebooks
And the destination was just around the corner
On the corner, a cop car circulating
Red, blue, and white in the rearview mirror shining

Stories from the neighborhoods
There it goes, buddy Bladi

My brother reaches out his hand
And pulls out the gun, a shot is heard
Everyone ran out in a brawl
While the pigs on the radio warn
Reinforcements, they're already escaping
And to the block, several areas we jumped over

In a brawl at the grocery store
Evading the cops, dodging bullets
My little brother doesn't stay behind
And I with a revolver shooting
Until a bullet penetrated his body
My little brother, lying on the ground, unloading lead

Stand up, buddy

Enraged, I took out the Beretta
I unloaded shells, heads were exploding
I kneeled beside my brother
And then he said to me: "Brother, be careful"
In my mind, what my brother was saying
Before he left this world, I looked at my buddy

The unpublished corridos, coming soon
There, so you can wait for them
Live from Wounded
Pure Heritage of Bosses, bye