� I've worked hard to get what I want And I've tried many times to be the first I've fought and I've forced and I know I fell But despite the setbacks, God, I'll get out of here Tell me that I'm the worst That I was happy and it wasn't like that I struggled enough to get to where I am In a hard course, now I'm sailing They'll always see me as an old patriarch With a well-hanged chest and the books have to vibrate Wearing Versace, a rooster to burn A malvolo of the reds, nothing else to thunder And they were more atlantean in the malecon vaciar We didn't pull to dance, I like to walk around Always with respect to the kid, they have to treat him The brilliance in the chest and that humility is noticed And well-hanged with ducklings That's right, companata, we're here and we're not leaving Up, old sonora, just like that A good friend of the people who gave me a hand Doing fair, good money and the third-rate iron Here there is no fear, except two babies that I bring next to me It's a style of armored, those who are passing by Look at me, I'm the worst I was happy and it wasn't like that I struggled enough to get where I am And for sonora in a hard course, now I'm sailing And they were more atlantean in the malecon vaciar We didn't pull to dance, I like to walk around Always with respect to the kid, they have to treat him The brilliance in the chest and that humility is noticed And well-hanged with ducklings