Pista Secreta

I pull out a bag of powder, and he took 3 very quickly,
He raised the shot to his gun,
And he tucked in his shirt,
He told his partners, there are problems on the track

Coming from Colombia, a small plane was arriving,
To the Sinaloan mountains, where it was going to be unloaded,
But the secret track, the authorities found

They were already unloading it, when a siren was heard,
The drug dealers reported, boss we have problems,
The boss says stand your ground, I'm on my way don't move

The shots started, when the authorities arrived,
Two traffickers fell, leaving only four,
But when the boss arrived, not a single federal was left

Sir here is the cargo, said the Colombians,
Give us the money, because we are leaving now,
Well have a good trip,
And they were sent to hell

None of them were authorities, they were just fighters,
They disguised themselves as laws, as on other occasions,
Together with the Colombians, they carried out their operations

The boss laughed, and kissed the packages,
They caught me so easily, they don't know who they're messing with,
If it wasn't for me tucking in, the shipment wouldn't have been saved