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"Sigo Chambeando" Lyrics (Spanish, Castilian )

Todo empezó por el valle del centro
Año 2010 cuando todo comenzó
Tuve que tomar una grande decisión
Ir a chambear a la construcción
O vender esas oncitas dobleteando, sí, señor

Los benjamines empezaron a llegar
Al tiro compa' chuy, no se me raja
Vamos a hacer el intercambio pa'delante
Cuando dos hombres armados
Nos tumbaron aquel jale
No hay pedo, aquí hay bastante

Pero aquí sigo chambeando
Los billetes me están dando
Pava kush estoy sembrando
Y las pacas estoy sacando
Carros nuevos manejando
Cada año estoy comprando
Un Mercedes cinco, cincuenta
Ropa de marca bien puesta

Y pura Fuerza Regida, otro par

Un accidente que cambió a mi vida
Perdí a mi hija, aquel pinche día
Y aprendí a superarme esa herida
Caminando hacia adelante
Con la frente en alto, bien pilas con todo este desmadre

Por mi lado siempre cargo mi fusca
Bien armado pa' que se ponga trucha
Me protejo porque sólo yo las puedo
No ocupo rezarle a nadie
Ando al tiro sin aquel rollo, mi gente ya lo sabe

Un saludo al señor Ramón, es mi padre y lo estimo
Los negocios familiares me los dejó a mi alcance
Por la sur primera me han de ver, fumando de la verde
Un blunt de Jolly Rancher galletas, montado en mi camioneta

Translations (Abkhazian )

It all started in the center valley
2010 when it all started
I had to make a big decision
Go to construction chambe
Or sell those flip flops, yes, sir
The Benjamin began to arrive
With the compa 'chuy shot, it doesn't crack
We will do the exchange forward
When two armed men
They knocked us that jale
There is no fart, here there is enough
But here I keep chasing
The tickets are giving me
Pava kush I'm sowing
And the bales I'm taking out
New cars driving
Every year I am buying
A Mercedes five, fifty
Well-worn brand clothes
And pure Regida Force, another pair
An accident that changed my life
I lost my daughter, that day
And I learned to get over that wound
Walking forward
With your forehead held high, well stacked with all this riot
By my side I always carry my fusca
Well armed for trout
I protect myself because only I can
I can't pray to anyone
I'm shooting without that roll, my people already know
Greetings to Mr. Ramón, he is my father and I appreciate him
Family business left them within my reach
For the first south they have to see me, smoking the green
A blunt of Jolly Rancher cookies, mounted on my van