What more say!
Hay madres que sufren el dolor
De que un hijo esta vagando y perdido
Entre la mision y la competencia de este mundo
Y digo asi
Hay madres que se preguntan
Por que su hijo es un maton
Y no recuerda de lo que le hablo
Hablandole, ni que no tiene babillla
Y ahora su hijo juega con la justicia
Pues es a ti
Al gatillero que le vengo a cantar-la
No dispares, mira no, esa arma
Porque será lo ultimo que haga
Bripapapapapapai!
Era un niño quе no mas lo que hacia era jugar
Y respеtar a los demas
Le vendieron sueños, empezaste tu a comprar
Y plante marihuana
Me sentia bien
Al droga vender
Pero la madre ya sabía que lo podia perder
Que cada dia que pasará
El creceria mas
Y que toda su infancia el la iba abandonar
Y al meta el se iba adaptar
Ohhh!
Y ahora la madre
Pues se pregunta, pues que paso
Y no recuerda que nunca lo sentó
Para orientarlo, sino
Para reclamarle
Porque su hijo no era el bribon
Ahora, su hijo tiene aliento de maton
Que ha llevado hacía la tumba un monton
Basta ya
De ensalzar esos matones como heroes nacionales
Así es que hacen
Follow me say!
Porque ya estan decayendo
O si no otros estan presos
Hay madres que se preguntan
Por que su hijo es un maton
Y no recuerda de lo que le hablo
Hablandole, ni que no tiene babillla
Y ahora su hijo juega con la justicia
Tu madre llora
Te dice que la guerra pare
Sigues matando
Tu corazon te dice “Dale”
Jalas gatillo y muere gente inocente
Madre pregunta “Por que mi hijo es delicuente?”
Pero recuerda cuando no la ayudaste
Cuantas veces, la mano no le brindaste
Madre, ahora tu hijo mira es maleante
La educación nunca se la brindaste
Follow mw say!
Y esta es mi gente
Que no ha sufrido
Al ver como un niño inocente
Se le priva la vida, pues injustamente
Sabiendo que ellos son el futuro de nuestra gente
Madre aprende
Pero que
Pero que equivocada vive la gente
En este mundo todo es sorprendente
Pues a mi historia, aqui derrepente
Aquel niñito, hoy es delincuente
Declara la querra y da la muerte
Ya, con un respaldo de mucha gente
Ahora es mi turno
Espero que haya contestacion
El dia del juicio
Que le tengas tu una a mi Dios
Mi Dios te escucha
Ve madre, dile tu confesion
Si el cree que es justo
Entonces El te otorga el perdon
Hay madres que se preguntan
Por que su hijo es un maton
Y no recuerda de lo que le hablo
Hablandole, ni que no tiene babillla
Y ahora su hijo juega con la justicia
Pues es a ti
Al gatillero que le vengo a cantar-la
No dispares, mira no, esa arma
Porque será lo ultimo que haga
Bripapapapapapai!
Guanabanas Podrias
Hector y Tito
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Su Hijo Es Un Maton Lyrics English
What more say!
There are mothers suffering from pain
That a child is wandering and lost
Between the mission and the competition of this world
And I say like this
There are mothers who ask themselves
Because his son is a maton
And she does not remember what I’m talking about
Talk, or that he does not have babillla
And now her son plays with justice
Well she is to you
To the gardener that I come to sing-the
Do not disparate, look not, that weapon
Because it will be the last thing I do
BRIPAPAPAPAPAPAI!
He was a child that no more what he was going to play
And breathe others
They sold dreams, you started you to buy
And Plant Marijuana.
I felt good
To the drug selling
But the mother already knew that she could lose it
That every day it will happen
Growing Mas.
And that all the childhood of her she was going to leave
And the goal he was adapted
Ohhh!
And now the mother
Well she wonders, because what happened
And she does not remember that she never sat it
To guide it, but
To claim
Because the son of him was not the Bribon
Now, the son of him has a breath of Maton
That he has led to the grave a lot
Enough now
To exalt those thugs as national heroes
So they do
Follow Me Say!
Because they are already declining
Or if not others are prisoners
There are mothers who ask themselves
Because his son is a maton
And she does not remember what I’m talking about
Talk, or that he does not have babillla
And now the son of him plays with justice
Your mother cries
She tells you that war stop
You keep killing
Your heart tells you “Dale”
Jalalas trigger and dies innocent people
Mother asks “Why my son is delicious?”
But she remembers when you did not help her
How many times, her hand did not give him
Mother, now your son looks is a maleante
Education never gave it to you
Follow MW Say!
And this is my people
That has not suffered
Seeing as an innocent child
Life is deprived, then unfairly
Knowing that they are the future of our people
Mother learns.
But what
But how wrong people live
In this world everything is surprising
Well, to my story, here derreteen
That little boy, today is delinquent
Declare the task and death
Already, with a backing of many people
Now is my turn
I hope there is a response
Trial day
That you have your one to my god
My God listens to you
See mother, tell him your confession
If he thinks he is fair
Then he is grant you the forgiveness
There are mothers who ask themselves
Because the son of him is a maton
And he does not remember what I’m talking about
Talk, or that he does not have babillla
And now the son of him plays with justice
Well he is to you
To the gardener that I come to sing-the
Do not disparate, look not, that weapon
Because it will be the last thing I do
BRIPAPAPAPAPAPAI!
Guanaba Codias
Hector and Tito
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Héctor & Tito Lyrics – Su Hijo Es Un Maton
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