I would have reacted but tie the super,
The bullets went through the fiber of the mini cooper and I could not,
I was shuffled ... That night did not escape
Neither way my plebones! We were the kid mafias.
I would have answered, but they did not give me time
There would be no, today I become a memory of 'you'll see I'm sorry
Bitter Christmas will happen my family
I'm sorry, friend, chango, death was after me
An orange Mini Cooper, circulated in Monte Bello,
Two cars ambushed him,
I did not want to step on the brake and burning the pavement responded like the anthrax!
As Rodrigo taught him
How many were they? I did not know! They did not cheat of anything,
Cayo la super del chucky
We were a kid mafias
'and everyone decides with what name to burn
The virus is in mourning and the rebolber continues to detonate
Change bullets
Revolber canabbis'
A man aya in san diego cries from a cell
They were so many adventures that they lost the account.
Those trips in jate and the parties by tijuana
The fights with the chaves and the morras were not lacking
They did not know how to get there because the foal was not tame
Long-range incompacts inpact the objective goodbye chikillo
A dog barks its owner is smelling mermaid cries
He stampeded with the Cherokee and a nine made firewood
The people of the frog were always remembering it
By the chell ha cards by clubs and durango antonio avendaño
The empire of the Mayos the same Guero bastides
To the unruly crowd they ate as they wanted
The hill of the vigia, the streets of Monte Bello
The chikillo wise
That the thing benia seriously already benia the eternal rest and not the free michango
For more than I did the attempt
I lost with this nine makes nest in my chest
How sad twenty-four
Chikillo we will miss you
Only among all we can make this a better place :)