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A song, in honor of my friend from there, about the bullfights
And let's go!
They wanted to commit a crime
They came looking for my friend
To be able to sell, my people, I must really be screwed
I always carry in my head
Who do I count on and where do I come from?
I don't buy the ones that become my friends.
I sell it less
They came to me asking
Do you know this individual?
But what was my surprise, because that guy grew up with me
We live a thousand adventures
We have been like brothers
One day he saved my life and I even saved the fire
I put my hands
I didn't even have to think about it
No time to brainstorm
If these two want to kill him, with this Super I will break them
But when you activate the weapon
Other guys threw me
There were two others in the trucks, a total of four
Those who came in the truck
They became known to me
One day I caught up with them, they thought they had shot me dead
That time there were many
But I managed to escape
This time they balled up, along with the four
To finish me off
Because of the noise of my Super
My friend flew away
With a disk horn, next to my body, he laid down the four of us
He cried desperately and
He told me: "don't leave me"
But the lead that was in my body was too much
I threw in the towel
And if they came for my friend
It was the only evidence
They believed that because of that fight they would put him out of existence.
Friends until death
You know well that I thank you
That's where he keeps shooting because on this side
I can not find it
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