En el desierto olía
A pura carne quemada
Con fierros al rojo vivo
A un hombre lo torturaban
Para que diera el pitazo
La carga quien la llevaba
Una pista clandestina
Hicieron en el desierto
La judicial los hayo
Junto con un cargamento
Aquella noche pelearon
Había 17 muertos
En el helicóptero andaban
Rugiendo mini 14
Abajo cuernos de chivo
Y carabinas del 12
Relampagueaban seguido
Los R15 esa noche
Al de la carne quemada
Su libertad se la dieron
No sin antes que dejara
Un montonal de dinero
Hasta le dieron los nombres
De 3 que a el lo vendieron
Siempre ay un pelo en la sopa
Y una culebra en la mafia
Por eso los federales
A tantos grandes atrapan
No creo que sean adivinos
Para encontrar tanta mata
Tres muertos aparecieron
De mala en una cantina
Después se puso que fueron
Los que la hacían de madrina
Y el de la carne quemada
Puede seguir su rutina
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Carne Quemada Lyrics English
In the desert he smelled
Pure burned meat
With fierce red live
A man tortured it
So that it would give the pope
The burden who wearing it
A clandestine track.
They did in the desert
The Judicial Hayo
Along with a load
That night fought
There were 17 dead
In the helicopter they walked
Roaring mini 14.
Down chivo horns
And carbines of 12
Link followed
The R15 that night
That of burned meat
His freedom gave it to him
Not before I left
A Montonal of Money
They even gave him the names
Of 3 that they sold it
Always and a hair in the soup
And a snake in the mafia
That’s why the federal
To so many great caught
I do not think they’re guess
To find so much kill
Three dead appeared
Bad in a canteen
Then he started that they were
Those who made her godmother
And that of burned meat
You can follow your routine
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Pedro Rivera Lyrics – Carne Quemada