Alto Linaje Ojos Tumbados Lyrics English Translation
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Live the art that kills
Copita Junior from the hache
you know old man
well laid eyes
This is how I like to ride
Giving the role with my compas in the city
And they will see me with striped skin, placoson the nose goes
it was very necessary
Having to battle
With two, three bastards they wanted to spend
But I always walk on the strap and little by little they are gone
Working daily crooked right to generate
The bales as they arrive also leave
few will know
No one tells me anymore, I just went to achieve
in a sports car
adrenaline i like
I step on it to the bottom, there is no one to reach me
Prayers from my mother, I always knew how to take care of myself
pull off old man
Pure High Lineage, fuck it
Pure art kills, compa Junior
The good of the family has always been my priority
For them I give everything and they lack nothing
nor will it be missing
From a humble house, turns that life gives
My passion: weapons
Girls: my weakness
I enjoy everything bad with them, they love it
Throwing smoke into the air of medicinal weed
My compa goes aside, life made it my carnal
In good and bad it will never fail
It's loyalty
That's what many could never show
a different size
Wherever I make myself noticed
Feet on the ground my dad told me, that's how it will be
I don't forget where I come from and how I had to start
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