Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Corrido Quintero, artist - Dyablo. Album song La Hystoria, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2011
Record label: Kuartel Profeta
Song language: Spanish
Corrido Quintero(original) |
todo comiensa con un simple juego de canicas |
la estadisticas, del crimen, altas y absolutas |
era rebelde y altanero, el era un lider y un guerrero |
inteligentemente fue certero |
fue motivado por el hambre, por su ambiciòn, |
de superarse, ser muy grande, siempre fue su devociòn |
el era un gallo, rango fino, y sin compasion |
todos caemos en pecados y en la tentacion |
nacido en sinaloa, creciendo entre las calles |
distribuyendo toneladas, kilos en costales |
encabezando los carteles de los federales |
los fue burlando por avion, tuneles y canales |
entre cartuchos, y escopetas, escuadras, metralletas |
granaderos, noticieros, en todo el planeta |
fue capturado, y lo tomaron prisionero |
en San Jose, Costa Rica, fue la noticia |
que se extendio, se menciono, el todo el mundo entero |
es el corrido del señor Rafael Caro-Quintero |
hay cosas conocidas, tambien desconocidas, |
leyendas vivas como Rafael Caro-Quintero. |
de estas personas no nacen, del diaro |
si nacen, no se logran, se encuentran en un santuario |
bajo la mira de los federales, generales, |
entre helicopertos, espias y hasta los rurales |
era buscado por la armada, y hasta los marinos |
entre los cerros, cordilleras, y hasta en los bajios |
por matar un agente del gobierno americano |
robarse una tapatia, se encuentra el procesado |
es el rey de la selva, de todas estas fierras |
una leyenda viva, y aunque tu no me lo creas |
es parte de la histora, de mexico y victoria |
y los rajones, se callaron sienten la discordia |
por todos los lados, los buscan soldados |
le hacen los mandados, lo quieren agarrar, lo quieren jusgar |
le pelan los dientes, el es muy astuto, se les va a escapar |
dicen los gringos que ellos quieren jusgarlo |
para llevarlo, la manos van a sudarles, no podran sacarlo |
hay cosas conocidas, tambien desconocidas, |
leyendas vivas como Rafael Caro-Quintero. |
no podran enseñarle trucos a este viejo lobo |
cuidado con lo que dices, o amaneses en el lodo |
se cren que lo an medido, de la cabeza a los pies |
pa que lo quieren los gringos, si este no sabe ingles |
la fiera esta enjaulada, furiosa y enojada |
se escuchan los rujidos, alla por la madrugada |
que se echen a corer, en bola toda la manada |
no quedara ni uno vivo, no queda de ellos nada |
la vida paga muchas muertes, risas, y sorpresas |
no te confies, tu de nadien, actua con lo que sientas |
sigue tu instito, y ten el enemigo siempre sercas |
pues la confiansa, deja el hombre, siempre tras las rejas |
hay cosas conocidas, tembien desconosidas, |
leyendas vivas como Rafael Caro-Quintero. |
(translation) |
it all starts with a simple game of marbles |
statistics, crime, high and absolute |
he was rebellious and arrogant, he was a leader and a warrior |
intelligently it was accurate |
he was motivated by hunger, by her ambition for him, |
to overcome, to be very great, it was always his devotion |
he was a rooster, fine rank, and without compassion |
we all fall into sin and temptation |
born in sinaloa, growing up on the streets |
distributing tons, kilos in sacks |
heading the cartels of the feds |
he was mocking them by plane, tunnels and canals |
between cartridges, and shotguns, squads, machine guns |
grenadiers, newscasts, all over the planet |
he was captured, and they took him prisoner |
in San Jose, Costa Rica, was the news |
that he spread, he mentioned, the whole whole world |
It is the corrido of Mr. Rafael Caro-Quintero |
there are known things, also unknown, |
living legends like Rafael Caro-Quintero. |
of these people are not born, of the diary |
if they are born, they are not achieved, they are in a sanctuary |
under the watchful eye of the feds, generals, |
between helicopters, spies and even rural |
he was wanted by the navy, and even the sailors |
between the hills, mountain ranges, and even in the lowlands |
for killing an agent of the American government |
steal a tapatia, the defendant is found |
he is the king of the jungle, of all these lands |
a living legend, and even if you don't believe it |
he is part of history, of mexico and victoria |
and the rajones, they were silent, they feel the discord |
soldiers are looking for them everywhere |
they run errands for him, they want to grab him, they want to judge him |
they bare their teeth, he is very cunning, he is going to escape them |
the gringos say that they want to judge him |
to wear it, their hands will sweat, they won't be able to take it out |
there are known things, also unknown, |
living legends like Rafael Caro-Quintero. |
they can't teach this old wolf tricks |
careful what you say, or knead in the mud |
they think they measured him, from head to toe |
Why do the gringos want him, if he doesn't know English |
the beast is caged, furious and angry |
the roars are heard, there at dawn |
let them run, in a ball the whole herd |
not one will be left alive, nothing remains of them |
life pays many deaths, laughter, and surprises |
don't trust yourself, you don't trust anyone, act with what you feel |
follow your instinct, and have the enemy always close |
Well, she trusts her, leaves the man, always behind bars |
there are known things, fearfully unknown, |
living legends like Rafael Caro-Quintero. |