Bien Montados (part. Nueva Era)

Well mounted, in a locked Lambo
I'm burning a joint, I'm very relaxed
Well dressed, the kid has his style
Very distinguished always wherever I step
But they lock you up, there's a way for everything
Row the machine fair, and they won't stop us
They didn't think or imagine, today things change
They see me and fall back

And that's how The New Era sounds
Tell me, Nata
Pure knocked down corridos, old ones
Eah

More than half a million on the neck, you think it's a game
Don't compare me, asshole
In the car we have the errand
You know what I'm talking about, in case there's a checkpoint
It rains, it rains, women rain on us
I know what they want, they want to spend bills
Well present from all my people
It's always in my mind, I'll never forget

Pure knocked down corridos
Rancho Humilde