Yo! Wassup! I wanna buy me a Lincoln So i write this song bruh Let's get into it! But You know You tryna pull up on me Tryna say something But fuck you Fuck your brother and your sisters Firstly i wanna say You stupidiest dumbiest boy ever i seen No? Тихо по биту Как будто линкольн колесит (Yeah, what?) 3 икса манера Снова стильно говорит И не важно кто что скажет нам Не дадим эпатажа вам На хате trap мой трек Ты хочешь сделать точно так же лол Их манит свет камней Ты хочешь money long Вспомни всех друзей Они предпочтут bong По пути домой Подумай обо всём И вновь залипни в телефон Поставь манеру на рингтон ok K K We slangin k's (Yeah What?) Like race No face No case (Yeah) Surf race Dollars bills We leaving trace She look right on my face And said i'm light on like a grace yeah Я открыл глаза А в лёгких стынет дым Пацаны с низов И мы к вам не хотим Твой базар про тру Но мама держит тыл Ты так хочешь в барселону Заработать dolla bill Я так высоко Вам нужен телескоп (телескоп) Они хотят денег Хотят взять кусок Оппов в пыль мы мелим Тихо стори теллим бро Снова дни летели Будто я запрыгнул в мерен бро Yeah Yeah Story tell And my wrist drown in water and i felt Bust down,oh shit You gotta big L We still winning all this bitch And you know what i'm saying Тихо по биту Как будто линкольн колесит (Yeah,what?) 3 икса манера Снова стильно говорит И не важно кто что скажет нам Не дадим эпатажа вам На хате trap мой трек Ты хочешь сделать точно так же лол Их манит свет камней Ты хочешь money long Вспомни всех друзей Они предпочтут bong По пути домой Подумай обо всём И вновь залипни в телефон Поставь манеру на рингтон ok K K We slangin k's (Yeah What?) Like race No face No case (Yeah) Surf race Dollars bills We leaving trace She look right on my face And said i'm light on like a grace yeah Я открыл глаза А в лёгких стынет дым Пацаны с низов И мы к вам не хотим Твой базар про тру Но мама держит тыл Ты так хочешь в барселону Заработать dolla bill

Mr. Lincoln I wish you were here. The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working like you planned. Oh, Mr Lincoln, we could use a hand. I just read the headlines in The Nashville News. And I wish I'd made this up but I'm afraid it's true. 'Cause a man was murdered for his money in the streets. He was taking his wife to a nice place to eat. When they caught the man he did 23 months of time. He pled insanity like they do now all the time. Sir, what would you have done in 1859? Now if you shoot someone, Sir, you can get off scott-free. It's the latest thing, Mr. Lincoln, can you believe? Now they sue the manufacturers of the gun. Ain't the law changed a lot since 1861? Mr. Lincoln, I wish you were here. 'Cause things have changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working out like you planned. Hey, Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand. I just heard the news story on the radio. They let dangerous men out of prisons now, Yes, sir I'm afraid it's so. 'Cause they're overcrowded and it was only his fifth offense. This time, he's killed someone, does that make any sense? Now my lawyer called me about a nuisance case. 'Cause everybody sues over any little thing these days. Well at least we're right. All we gotta do is tell the truth. He said "You're living in the past you romantic fool." I said, "You got that right. I lean toward the older ways. And there's damn few backwoods lawyers left these days." Mr Lincoln, I wish you were here. The Republic's changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working like you planned. Hey, Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand. Mr. Lincoln, please, could you come here? 'Cause things have changed a lot in a hundred years. And I don't think it's working out like you planned. Mr. Lincoln, we sure could use a hand.

If I could write I'd tell you how much I've missed these nights Where we'd dig around the bones And try to find peace and patches for the holes I lit a cigarette on a parking meter The corner boys told her how I was dyin' to meet her Like a prayer I said, on a dead man's knee You drove up like a parade You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arm You fell straight in my arms And I miss it sometimes Shakin' like a leaf on the corner of wine But I heard it's alright The radio spoke to a good friend of mine And I can feel it comin' up as the night's gettin' warm Saw your summer dress hangin' on the back of the lawn Like a dream I remember from an easier time With the top rolled down on a Saturday night You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above, these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart right in my arms Right in my arms And I always dreamed of classic cars and movie screens And tryin' to find some way to be redeemed Bring a dollar with you, baby In the cold, cold ground You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart You and your high-top sneakers and your sailor tattoos And your old '55 that you drove through the roof Of the sky up above these indifferent stars While you just kept coming apart straight in my arms You fell straight in my arms

No le encontraron el clavo, a mi Bronco colorada No le encontraron el clavo, a mi Bronco colorada Ellos estaban seguros, que la traia bien cargada Y aunque le pusieron dedo, no pudieron hallar nada Se me acerco el Comandante, y me empezo a investigar Dime donde traes El Clavo, no te quiero lastimar Si nosotros la encontramos, no te la vas a acabar Me bajaron de la bronco, los perros la revisaron La carga venia clavada, por eso no la encontraron Me les pele de las manos, con las ganas se quedaron A Los Angeles me fui, pues me estaban esperando En una bodega vieja, bajamos el contrabando Y me acorde de los gueros, cuando me estaban pagando Manejo el negocio fuerte, me gustan las emociones Yo no le temo a la muerte, y menos a las prisiones Nunca me atengo a mi suerte, me atengo a mis pantalones La bronco ya la cambie, porque la tenian plaqueada Ahora ando en una suburban, es la suburban dorada Con el clavo que le hicieron, los perros no le hacen nada

¡Uy! ¡Y sigue, hermanos, de la Hielera, mi chuy! No hay más bonito en la vida Como esto que ahora yo siento Por eso, con toda mi alma Canto, porque ando contento Vamos a brindar señores Y que muera el sentimiento Cerveza, al tiempo, no quiero Sírvanme de la hielera Hoy traigo ganas de darme Una buena borrachera Y llevarle serenata A la mujer que más quiera Amigos tengo de sobra Y mujeres de a montón Pero esa de ojitos verdes Me hizo perder la razón Porque la llevo clavada Dentro de mi corazón ¡Uy!, ¡ja, já! ¡Mi chuy! ¡Unas, pero bien frías! La cerveza es pa' tomarse Pa' comprar es el dinero Mis ojos para mirar A la mujer que más quiero Y si ella me despreciara Por su amor, borracho muero Me gusta gozar la vida Por eso vivo cantando Aunque me sienta borracho Yo voy a seguir tomando Pónganle hielo a las otras Que ya se están calentando Adiós todos mis amigos Ahí les dejo la hielera Ya me despido de ustedes Porque mi amada me espera Nomás le doy serenata Seguimos la borrachera

Bonito, mi Chapete Nomás no se me raje Año del 41, diciembre, por cierto el mes Hubo una muerte en La Osada, un sábado 23 Cuando Ezequiel llegó al baile, ahí les echó unas habladas Respétenme, soy su padre, agraristas de La Osada Dios me encargó una cabeza, y aquí la traigo en mi lista Esta noche se las mando, a de ser de un agrarista Anselmo sacó pistola, Ezequiel sacó la de él Porque se le afiguraba, que todo el mundo era de él Y estos son corridos, verdad de Dios Y échele bonito, muchachos Luego que Ezequiel cayó, que ni las manos metía Toda la gente gritaba, que viva Anselmo García Salieron todo el camino, iban con rumbo a Linares Con Ezequiel malherido, sin saber sus familiares Adiós, caballo alazán, ya no te vuelvo a montar Me llevan para Linares, me llevan a sepultar Al pie de mi sepultura, yo mi pistola deseo Han matado a un pistolero, de la gente de Atadeó Ezequiel Rodríguez, sí, señor