If I am the abelito
Of which they talked so much
That innocent child
That nobody respected
Now he grew abelite today if his words weigh
Martel and band bottles
ekis so pa la plevada
A square by the belt
of course, endiamantada
A mob on the one hand
of your liking the girl
The boy's strong blood
I had to be Sinaloa
Educated and determined
Well, assure that they respect him
the blessing of his mother always keeps her in mind
Looks at him reaching wamuchil
The boy always in the shot
to arrange some business visit friends
Nomas leaves the laps
He goes to the United States
I'm well empowered
of support is my uncle
and if there is any problem
I also have my cousin
they know the way and they stumble very little
On the front I scratch myself because I'm good
and although everything is shaking here I'm on the road
And even if I live in California, sinaloa sees me often
If I am the abelito
Of which they talked so much
That innocent child
That nobody respected
Now he grew abelite today if his words weigh
Only among all we can make this a better place :)