Calavera
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Calavera
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Te ha llegado la mala hora
Chico rudo la calle no es tuya
Sonaron cuatro balazos
Estabas con dos prostitutas
No volviste al parque del Poblado
Del periodista fuiste desterrado
Medellín te quedo pequeño
Pa lidiar con tanto enemigo
Quien va a llorarte
Nadie lo hará Calavera
A mesagge to you Chico rudo
Nadie lo hará Va a llorarte
No hubo tiempo de despedirse
No vio llegar al enemigo lejano
Mala suerte de este Camaján
Que creía mandaba en el barrio
Creíste que eras indomable
Que tu cuchillo era inmortal
Tu cerebro se fue casi en blanco
Sólo aprendiste a pelear
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Burkina performs "Calavera", and this lyric page sits inside the Burkina catalog on LyroVerse.
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