'I! I! 'The Godfather' ...
In our family ... the rules are the rules ...
And whoever breaks them ... will pay the consequences ...
This song ... is from my pa 'ti ...
To 'those people who want to see me dead ...
Boster ... let them throw themselves ... '
I'm still alive, you bastards
They suffer the litanies
Su suffer your mai before mine
And where are those who say that if they hunt me they kill me
I'm camping and I dedicate this to the other side
I ride with the Boster in case they're blowing me
While I'm going up, my assassins are hunting
So, as they fear when they play Russian roulette
And that you want, that my cangris catch you in the Hayabusa
And they'll take your blouse
And you and your cat burn their legs
Bastards, throw
Now because they do not kill me
(Me, Voltio!)
'What happened, consul?
Vamo'a put these pigs in the trunk
Right-thru!
Nobody has blue blood! '
And they fucked up because now the boqui-sucia is full
And I am who I am
Wherever I want with my Rütger I'm going
And today
If they want the war, I'm going
And if they want war, come to where
If they want me dead, come to where my
(Blass, kill them!)
And if they want war, come to where
If they want me dead, come to where my
(Boster, kill them!)
Go a nebula, and call the hired Tempo
'Hello, Hector
For my turn to 'those pigs!'
The sicarios and the reckless were activated
Walk good bastards, or we fall to your neighborhood
They are friquiao, cowboys
After they speak
I'm going to disfigure them so that the boxes do not even open
I am hunting hit men, Polish you are activating
'I walk with the long ...
To throw them to the other side, Hector! '
And if they throw us and they do not kill us
That they do not revive
'Hector, let them throw themselves ... hahaha ...'
I! I!
Hector, the bambino!
This is lyrical!
And it's dedicated!
To 'those humble people!
Hamlet and neighborhoods!
I! I!
'The Godfather'!
Let them be pulled!
Wait for the other one!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)