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From the feet to the head
He is short in stature
from the head to the sky
I calculate your height
because he is great among the greats
there are those who have a doubt
I already knew poverty
I already knew the wealth
if they respect it, respect it
If they offend him, he accelerates
and escapes from hell
and stays in the church
Sometimes the recurrence
sometimes house campaign
lightning and shrapnel
sleeps on the floor in the basket
ceiling sometimes the caves
Joaquin El Chapo they call him
Accustomed to killing
He also knows how to listen to you
he came out among the greats
just check your story
rooted in love
there are many children out there
Through this run
I'm going to say hello
those old friends
that I have not been able to forget
I am the uncle for my nephews
for others Chapo Guzman
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