Somos Arrieros Letra

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"Somos Arrieros"

Todos buscan ganar buen billetePero nadie apostar el pellejoHay amigos que te dan la manoHay cabrones que no son sinceros Qué bonito y bueno es lo bonitoHoy me miran ya muy diferenteSi pensaban que ya no me acuerdoBueno, pues aquí siguen presentes Ahora que todos hablan y opinan en mi vidaHoy hasta me preguntan qué quiero de comidaSiempre he sido buen perro y no le ladro a la avariciaY no les pido un vale pa' llenar mis alcancías Pa' conseguir un taco nunca ocupé de cabronesLe chingaba bonito en la pizca de algodonesPa' los buenos amigos, las mejores atencionesSeñores, mi respeto no se compra con millones Anduvimos buen tiempo de perrosY bastante nos cerraron puertasCabizbajo volteaba diciendoAhí, nos vamos a ver a la vuelta Que no se les olvide mi nombreNi tampoco que somos arrierosY ahora que dio vueltas la monedaAndamos bien firmes en el ruedo Ahora que todos hablan y opinan en mi vidaHoy hasta me preguntan qué quiero de comidaSiempre he sido buen perro y no le ladro a la avariciaY no les pido un vale pa' llenar mis alcancías Pa' conseguir un taco nunca ocupé de cabronesLe chingaba bonito en la pizca de algodonesPa' los buenos amigos, las mejores atencionesSeñores, mi respeto no se compra con millonesSeñores, mi respeto no se compra con millones

English (hand translated, please give feedback for corrections and nuance)

Everyone seeks to earn good moneyBut nobody bets their skinThere are friends who give you their handThere are bastards who are not sincere How beautiful and good is the beautifulToday they look at me very differentlyIf y'all thought I don't remember anymoreWell, here they are still present Now that everyone talks and gives their opinion on my lifeToday they even ask me what I want for food.I have always been a good dog and I don't bark greedily.And I don't ask you for a voucher to fill my piggy banks To get a taco I never worried about bastardsIt was nice to f*ck him on the pinch of cottonFor good friends, the best attentionGentlemen, my respect cannot be bought with millions We had a good dog timeAnd they closed doors on us plentyHead down he turned around sayingThere, we'll see each other when we get back. Y'all don't forget my nameNor that we are muleteersAnd now that he turned the coinWe walk very firmly in the arena Now that everyone talks and gives their opinion in my lifeToday they even ask me what I want for food.I have always been a good dog and I don't bark greedily.And I don't ask you for a voucher to fill my piggy banks To get a taco I never took care of bastardsIt was nice to f*ck him on the pinch of cottonFor good friends, the best attentionGentlemen, my respect cannot be bought with millionsGentlemen, my respect cannot be bought with millions