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Roosters fought, horses danced
The horns were blaring, the band was playing
Three in the afternoon, the party was huge
And the guachos came to Chapo's ranch
Assholes and planes
Military convoys
They came to the ranch looking for the Lord
Prepare the bazookas, rifles and grenades
Nobody enters here if the boss does not escape
Shouted the escort squaring the ground
Snipers wanting to open fire
Various Talibans
With suicidal minds
They covered Chapito
They had to escape
It's thirteen minutes to the escape plan
There are only four left, they have to make it happen
Don't shoot, don't kill a single guacho
That was the order that had to be followed
If the Lord does not escape
Tear them apart
Shoot with rage
They can not fail
The guachos did not enter, and they thought about it
Many armed people watched from above
They were not afraid, as they are Gente Del Huevos
Willing to kill themselves and die on the line
The guachos running
The radios playing
The people on the lookout
And El Chapo escaped
They managed to escape with everything and Chapito
The rhinos, the four, opened the roads
Fixed on the mountains, I waited for an asshole
That took them far, away from danger
There was a minute left
And flying in the sky
To celebrate, I toast with champagne
And this is the shaken movement, hitched up Sinaloans, listen
With the breastplate well placed
And with the upper shot, my partner
