Calle 24 De Lunes A Viernes Lyrics English Translation

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From Monday to Friday I am working

Several people wonder how I do it

What if I'm batting or I'm struggling

And they are not comfortable gossiping

Everything step by step, why are they talking?

They are the blessings that God has given me

I started pulling and now I'm hitting

With the same cholos that accompanied me

Painting the picture for several kids

Just so they know that I am not left

I'm also enjoying the U.S.A.

If the migra asks, I'm from the other side

Soaring through the skies I go in a small plane

And we bring all our suitcases full

I won't say what so they don't get involved

Just like the boss, there is a direct line

I'm digging ditches even if they close doors

I'm also cursed, just so you know

Like Pancho Villa, I'm in the fight

Routes and freight, weapons, machine guns

I taught myself very well how to deal with snakes.

Greetings to all the crazy people

And let's go party at the port

Or what not, buddy Jesus

So he challenges

Pure Ruled Force, old man

And there you go, my friend Juan

Up with the street mafia, compadre

The world is Yours

It's been more than ten years that I've been going back and forth

He also trafficked, we even moved merchandise

Together with my carnal we took care of Benja

I left the port and I will not add a suitcase

And now in Guamuchil we have the party

I return to the chuco to do more fair

We were born strawberries, we were never strawberries

And a few barbies look for me in the apartment

Juan de Culiacán respects those who respect

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