Mis Prioridades - T3R Elemento

Dicen que lo que se vé, no se pregunta

Mucho menos se cuestiona

Hay un dicho por ahii

Que hay personas

Que se valen por sus hechos

Yo le brindo mis respetos

Al hombre que yo le cantó

California, fue criado en Sinaloa

Le gusta agarrar tambora

Con amigos que lo estiman

Todo lo hace sereno

Y sin mucho ruido

El muchacho es precavido

No descuida su trabajo

Le gusta la adrenalina

Caballos de buena sangre

Y a pasearse con su dama

Prioridad de todas cosas

Ellos son sus prioridades, son sus hijos

Y su esposa

La sencillez y la humildad lleva en su sangre

Es herencia de su padre

Lleva en alto la bandera

Y aunque el muchacho se ve joven

Es muy corta, a su edad

De mi rigio y muy pobre

Los gustos si se los da

Él es gente con la gente que lo estima

Agradecido con la vida

Por todo lo que le da

El árbol dio buena sombra

Y el sol le quemó macizo

Por eso anda con cuidado

Tienes escuela de aquel hombre

El dinero trae los lujos

Y lo acompaña la envidia

Hay amigos que son falsos

Y otros que entregan su vida

Por su padre, por sus hijos

Un amigo da su vida

They say that what is seen, is not asked

Much less is questioned

There's a saying out there

that there are people

They are worth their deeds

I pay my respects

To the man that I sang

California, he was raised in Sinaloa

He likes to catch drum

With friends who love you

makes everything serene

And without much noise

The boy is cautious

Do not neglect your work

he likes the adrenaline

horses of good blood

And to walk with his lady

priority of all things

They are your priorities, they are your children

And his wife

Simplicity and humility are in his blood

It is inheritance from his father

He carries the flag high

And though the boy looks young

She is very short, at her age

Of my rigged and very poor

The likes if you give them

He is people with the people who esteem him

grateful with life

For all that he gives

The tree gave good shade

And the sun burned him solid

That's why be careful

You have school of that man

money brings luxuries

And envy accompanies it

There are friends who are fake

And others who give their lives

For his father of him, for his children

A friend gives his life