Letras:
Las Son Of A Gun

lots of wine There was once a boy of life Who lived upon a knife He took his share of everywhere But he never took a wife... He was born to live like a

vine a demostrar Man, libra, que los Latinos son high, high ? son del medio ? Te digo lo que ?, demostre lo que doy Gracias a Jesus Cristo, siempre

a tanto tonto, balbuseo innato ! fa-facil es, convertirlo en fosiles, dociles, fusile, a mas de cien ...sensei llamenme, derrame, el bouquet, que queria saber ? a ver, my name , javier, a

turn it up... Subelo al maximo S Peezy a turn it up,bomb it up, blaze it up, bun it up... [Chorus Yankee:] vela como maquinon son son de lo latino ohh

au monde Pose le pere a gauche, pour cause il est las T'es le vaurien, t'as dis mon gars si tu reussis Oh la la, tu redevient son fiston, son fils Et

lo vine a demostrar Man, libra, que los Latinos son high, high son del medio ? Te digo lo que ?, demostre lo que doy Gracias a Jesus Cristo, siempre

shoutin' Haters hate, but it alright if it's a race then we won Took some years, to get here, now mama, look atcha' son Blastin' em witout a gun just a

He move from LAS to Soho A few blocks for those who don't know Down the hall punched a hole in the wall Bounced out, all are in control Certified son of a gun

a mi me puedan tumbar, ay Ya yo soy la Reina y te lo vine a demostrar Man, libra, que los Latinos son high, high ? son del medio ? Te digo lo que