Ovi Los 4 Ases (Corrido Tumbado) Lyrics English Translation
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I ride in a Bentley, counting money
Dirty money that comes from smuggling
And thinking about continuing to send
Behind, medicine for patients who won't get better
And here I am, always ready for my people
I give my life and I'm here for whatever is needed
Without forgetting my family and God
He's the one who takes care of me wherever I go
Small plane crossing the skies
The Americans act blind
They let themselves be bribed
The business we have is perfect
And we never fall because I knew how to stand up
I don't know why people get scared when they see
The custom rifle, Flow Modern Warfare
The .45 ready to shoot
Because it will turn sideways if you come at me
Thoughts that I won't give away
The route by land and by sea
I know that what I do is wrong, that I do evil
I was born poor without money, but I swear I'll die
With a couple of hidden places to count and count
You can see LV is doing well
Lots of cash, light
He moves forward, doesn't even look back
I'm not getting off here because I'm used to it
I won't twist or fall again
And that's how it sounds
That's how Ovi sounds for
Corridos tumbados
Pure heritage of Patrones, buddy, there's no limit
Junior H for
The silent lyrics
Rancho humilde
Lumbre Music
HP Records
Whole lot of clique shit
Excuse me, I don't know how to act
Too much money if they want to gossip
I already have pending matters, tell me why I need more
I already have brothers, the boy is happy
Don't talk to me about friendship
I have one that I know is for the idiot who thinks he's something
They still hate me and it must be because of the role I play
My diamonds shine, how can they not see me?
It costs what I carry, how can I hide?
There's no limit, I know there's much more I can do
We have to learn, I'm earning blues for pleasure
While you, hating on the boy who's doing well
I want more, I know there's no turning back, I got tangled up
The backpack is full of dreams
Memories come when I had nothing
I have little because I know
The little was with sweat and it is not by hand all the time
Wachame be good, intelligent little I fall behind
For my people I am always within reach and shame
Kilos puts the gringos
Tons of sound for my people I admire them
And if they see me driving a Bentley I'm counting money
Kilos of sound trafficking with my clicka to the millionth
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