No Me Importó (part. Ian Cordova)

And up with the old man
And this is how it sounds (sounds), my buddy Ian Cordova
And pure Lucky Music, something real old

How could I not? How could I not?
I don't know

I don't care, if I'm leaving
If I die, today
This hell, where I live
Being a hitman, I don't care

I'll sleep on sidewalks
Let the war begin
Hidden ranches on this planet

Bandit brothers
They've got machine guns
Double clips to take you out with those

If you don't know, don't leave me
I care about you a lot
My heart breaks if you don't answer me
My gun jams
I care about you a lot
They steal my soul

And right around here, something real old
And this is how it sounds, sounds over there in Córdoba
Come on, buddy

I don't know
And how could I not? And how could I not?

Volume 2
Pure DEL, DEL record

I don't care, if I'm leaving
If I die, today
This hell, where I live
Being a hitman, I don't care

They send you over there and back here
To the south, to San Güecho, wherever you want
You don't have the life you used to have
You just pull a trigger and that's it

You're a stake
That's what they say: That you're bad and that you kill
They laugh
They mock that I'm out
In danger

May God bless me
And watch over my son

How could I not? How could I not?
I don't know