Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song El Ejecutor , by - Larry Hernandez. Song from the album 16 Narco Corridos, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 19.09.2017
Record label: Sodin
Song language: Spanish
El Ejecutor(original) |
| Si se disgustan ya es tarde |
| Ya les hice un cochinero |
| Asi es que vayan le viendo |
| Como salen del enrredo |
| Se la tenian sentenciada |
| Yo no mas soy maldadero |
| Y diganme pistolero tambien |
| Diganme maton |
| Cumplo la orden del jefe |
| Le soy fiel a ese viejon |
| El manda y dice lo que hace |
| Y yo pego el levanton |
| El perro ni quemandole el ozico |
| Se le quita lo webero |
| Eschueko del pie |
| Izquierdo asi no naci ni lo heredo |
| Mas le meti 3 balazos |
| Le han pegado en el cuerpo |
| Sigo la orden del jefe |
| Secuestro, mato y entierro! |
| En san luis rio colorado |
| Me la anduve viendo al hilo |
| Y despues brinque a nogales |
| Aca por el sur vigilo |
| Y siempre monitoreando |
| Y cazando al enemigo |
| No me cozo al primer herbor |
| Me han correteado los anos |
| Desconfie hasta de mi sombre |
| Hasta ya la he balaceado |
| Un pomo y una cuchara |
| Y com mi rifle en la mano |
| Mi rostro no es pa amigable |
| Ni mucho menos mis dedos |
| Empecherado del diario |
| Asi es la vida que llevo |
| Yo se que me andan buskando |
| Pero no les tengo miedo |
| Me llevo varios enfrente antes |
| De caer primeroo. |
| (translation) |
| If they get upset, it's too late |
| I already made them a pigger |
| So go see him |
| How do they get out of the mess |
| They had her sentenced |
| I am no longer wicked |
| And call me gunslinger too |
| tell me thug |
| I carry out the boss's order |
| I am faithful to that old man |
| He commands and says what he does |
| And I hit the lift |
| The dog didn't even burn his oozing |
| He takes off the webero |
| Eschueko of the foot |
| Left I was not born like that nor did I inherit it |
| But I put 3 bullets |
| They hit him in the body |
| I follow the boss's order |
| Kidnapping, killing and burial! |
| In San Luis Rio Colorado |
| I was watching her in a row |
| And then I jumped into walnut trees |
| Here in the south I watch |
| And always monitoring |
| And hunting the enemy |
| I do not cook at the first herb |
| The years have chased me |
| Distrust even my shadow |
| I have even shot her |
| A knob and a spoon |
| And with my rifle in hand |
| My face is not friendly |
| much less my fingers |
| diary padding |
| This is the life I lead |
| I know they are looking for me |
| But I'm not afraid of them |
| I took several in front before |
| To fall first |