Translation of Vida Loca from Spanish to English
His mom is praying to her god
And the boy is praying to death
In the street, admiration is earned
When things are done differently
The gun is kept in the belt
We traded them for toys as kids
They say being born here is a mistake
It's the street, and I'll love it forever
I only know
All the bad things I went through
Always moving forward, never made excuses
But I know well where I'm going
The gun, the cash because (Zaramay)
I have the blessing when I wear the vest and go on the mission
I put bread on the table, my mom at home, and good education for the kid
Throw a big corrido for the old man, crazy life in the chaos, dead or in prison
The mafia isn't to blame, but the one who gets involved and can't handle the pressure
My friend said it, don't compare the girlfriend to the loyal wife
It's not the same that guy as seeing me in a Placosa
The gangsters sitting at the table, the snitches buried in the grave
There's lead for your husband and a bouquet of roses for your girl
Player like Ronaldo, a gentleman like Archivaldo
I give my soldiers the balance, and I never delay in arriving
Support comes behind me, I always count on the backup
A shrimp that sleeps, you know? We throw it into the broth
They say I'm ambitious and that I'm coveted (pure Codiciado, crazy)
I'm famous for killing the one you have by your side today
They see us in the Mercedes, asking about the escorts and the armored car
They say time runs fast, and my Rolex is frozen
Red are the Ferraris, black are the trucks
Girls in the club, pure crazy life
They don't seek war, they just talk
Like the commandos here in the coca mountains
The vests with my team's initials
My contract is with death to protect me until my end
I have Jesus on one side and the devil on the other
Don't ask about the street, they know it's us
His mom is praying to her god
And the boy is praying to death
In the street, admiration is earned
When things are done differently
The gun is kept in the belt
We traded them for toys as kids
They say being born here is a mistake
It's the street, and I'll love it forever
And if I hadn't been a singer, I would have been a criminal
Very few opportunities, many are the dreams of my people
It's very different to be from the street and be born in a country
Where they pay poorly, you have to kill or die
You're not going to tell me how things are done
I bring the kilos by boat from Panama or Colombia
Traffickers like Amado, we're always in the skies
Looking for the bite and dodging the cemetery
The girl calls me often, I don't want to answer anymore
I don't go unnoticed, I don't know if it's the outfit, maybe the diamonds
I bought love on the outside and haven't signed with the label
The bosses are with the bosses, and it hurts whoever it hurts
The kids say in the block to keep moving forward
That I'm the living example that no one can bring down
That I'm rising like foam to the sky, that's why I'm among the greats
My mother praying to God to protect me on the street
Pure corrido, my crazy
Argentina and Mexico
ZARAMAY
Pure Codiciado, to hell with it, buddy
Prrr
The bosses with the bosses
Prince, you know
You already know
Fingers with gunpowder, man