Los Originales De San Juan — Muerte Anunciada song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Muerte Anunciada" by Los Originales De San Juan.
Lyrics
Que bueno que me contestas
Hijo de tu tal por cual
En el negocio en que andamos
Para los dos no hay lugar
Jugar chueco a un sinaloense
En muerte viene a acabar
Tu muerte ya fue anunciada
Aqui te estoy esperando
Yo no te he jugado chueco
No se de que hablas gusano
Pero es tiempo de enzeñarte
Como hablarle a un muchoacano
Ahorita voy a buscarte
Pa' quitare lo hablador
Pense que eras mas derecho
Y resultaste un traidor
Mi escuadra de siete chinos
No perdona una traicion
Quemando llanta en su troca
Se salio ese sinaloense
Tenia ganas de matarse
Habia dicho que de frente
El michoacano sabia
Que andaba cerca la muerte
Ya llego tu mero padre
Tu mismo te lo buscaste
Mi terreno se respeta
Y tu me lo pisoteaste
Aunque fuimos buenos compas
Ahorita voy a matarte
Tus palabras no me asustan
Con mucho gusto le atoro
Yo soy de tierra caliente
Y a las broncas no le corro
Tengo pa' ti un regalito
Mi pistola copa de oro
Se mataron frente a frente
No hay nada que reclamar
Por la caspita del diablo
Miren lo qe fue a pasar
Hay 2 tumbas esperando
En sinaloa y michacan
Lyrics translation
I'm glad you answered.
Son of your kind for which
In the business we're in
There's no room for both of us.
Play chueco to a sinaloense
In death comes to an end
Your death has already been announced
Here I am waiting for you
I didn't play you pig.
I don't know what you're talking about, worm.
But it's time to get your ass kicked.
Like talking to a muchoacano
I'm gonna go get you right now.
Pa ' take away the talkative
I thought you were more straight
And you turned out to be a traitor
My squad of seven Chinese
He does not forgive a betrayal
Burning tire in its exchange
That sinaloense came out.
He wanted to kill himself.
I had said that from the front
The Michoacan sabia
Who was near death
Your mere father is here
You got it yourself.
My land is respected
And you trampled it on me
Although we were good compas
I'm gonna kill you right now.
Your words don't scare me
I'd be happy to jam you.
I'm from hot earth
And the broncas I don't run
I got a little present for you.
My golden cup gun
They killed each other face to face
There's nothing to claim
For the devil's sake
Look What Happened.
There are 2 tombs waiting
In sinaloa and michacan