Paroles et traduction Los Tucanes de Tijuana - El Promotor De Box

El Promotor De Box

Como promotor de box
Era muy reconocido
Pero tenia otro negocio
Que siempre lo había tenido
Era narcotraficante
En el deporte escondido

Ricardo estanley olmos
Se había convertido en jefe
Y le tenían mucha envidia
Era competencia fuerte
De arriba llego la orden
Para que le dieran muerte

En un taxi azul y blanco
Iva Ricardo y su hermano
Y también iva Gilberto
Un pariente muy cercano
Cuando una Blaizer y un Taurus
El camino les bloquearon

Se Bajaron varios hombres
Con puros cuernos de chivo
Disparandole aquel taxi
Dejándolos abatidos
Y luego se retiraron
Saludando a los testigos

La policia judicial
Por los radios escuchaban
Varias voces ofensivas
Que a los agentes retaban
Decían vengan por nosotros
Toda vía nos quedan balas

La ley nunca investigó
Yo no se por que motivo
Lo raro es que una mujer
Llego de Estados Unidos
No quiso que lo velaran
Ni sus parientes ni amigos

La historia de este corrido
Por prensa fue publicada
No crean que estoy inventado
Si fue cierto no se nada
Los versos ya estaban hechos
Yo solo hice que rimaran

The Boxing Promoter

As a boxing promoter
He was well-known
But he had another business
That he had always had
He was a drug trafficker
Hidden in the sport

Ricardo Estanley Olmos
Had become a boss
And he was very envied
He was strong competition
The order came from above
To have him killed

In a blue and white taxi
Ricardo and his brother went
And Gilberto also went
A very close relative
When a Blazer and a Taurus
Blocked their way

Several men got out
With only assault rifles
Shooting the taxi
Leaving them dead
And then retreating
Greeting the witnesses

The judicial police
Were listening on the radios
Several offensive voices
That challenged the agents
They said, "Come on, come for us."
We still have bullets."

The law never investigated
I don't know why
The strange thing is that a woman
Came from the United States
She didn't want him to be waked
Neither his relatives nor his friends

The story of this corrido
Was published in the press
Don't think I'm making it up
If it's true, I don't know anything
The verses were already written
I just made them rhyme