El Baleado
Julión Álvarez y Su Norteño Banda
The Shot One
I take a touch of cush
And my persona gets altered
I don't look good with knives
And I bring a craziness
That calming smoke
Hits my brain
Whether it's original coke
I love the washed one
When I have them short
I'll give them a pass
With the rafago I bring
I chop them and it's not a joke
When the plane lands
I don't let it land
I love the height
With the chronik it hits harder
I just touch the track
And I rise again
Alone I plan the attack
How I'm going to chop them
With cooking oil
I saw him fixing a rifle
He was giving it some shots
Said he was going to get revenge
Because those who shot
Tortured without measure
The weed they stole from me
They will pay dearly
Because they left me alive
They should have killed me
They won't finish it
When I bring them in trunks
I bring hatred and rage
I will eat them, I swear
And I won't chew them
Chewing is not my habit
If they left me for dead
They will pay, I swear
And whoever fits this suit
Let's see about the freight and I'll knock them down
