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It's called: "I'm from Rancho"
Your compa The Komander
2014 of Culiacan, Sinaloa
Mark him, dude!
Yes sir
I am from the ranch
I'm in boots and on horseback
I was born and created in the bush
In ravines and breeches
I have sailed
the smell of cattle
speck sacks
And the song of the roosters
with beans
of water and salt
My parents raised me
Do not occupy more than a good cot
and a blanket
for frost
And when I adjusted
The massive calorón
I bathed in the river
But also
I like brands
dress in fashion
ride good cars
And although my money is a rancher
here is the same
I have not stolen it
The lined hills
From the speck in grena
sacks filling
¡Arremánguele, plebeians!
Hey!
I'm from the ranch
To all the people of Chicago
From Monterrey, Nuevo León, compa
of Sonora
and in a Razer
or a horse
Or a cattle truck
It depends on the reason
The business or the gap
or by the road
And if I'm partying
just with plebitas
The HEMI awaits me
The Virgin of
Guadalupe
And a Saint Jude on the chest
It is true that I am a believer
And, although I am very common
I am also very serious
And if they have wondered
for the womanizer
It comes from my grandfather
With pride I say I'm from the ranch
And if I dress brand
I don't forget the past
The best tips of an old man
Very thankful
To my beloved father
And the hill is a witness
that between the pine trees
I have raffled it
Up Durango, compa
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