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Real Life

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Eh-yaohEh-yaoh
It's CanIt's Can
From where you're from, sonFrom where you're from, son
Can, Can, SupaCan, Can, Supa
Hear usHear us
Can, Can, SupaCan, Can, Supa

How much more truth do I have to rhyme for an animal to understand?¿Cuánta má' verdad hay que rimar para que un animal entienda?
Your trinket means shit to me if you don't contribute anythingQue me sabe a mierda tu prenda si no me aportas na'
Can't stop with reins of rope to tieNo puede parar con rienda' de cuerda para amarrar
The mouth only governs Can, no more no lessLa boca solo gobierna el Can, ni menos ni más

Never lie, never look back, just I gotNever lie, never look back, just I got
Hip hop, ability that not even all the gold can buyHip hop, habilidad que ni con to' el oro puede comprar
This is hardcore reality, I'm a lyrical narcoEsto es realidad hardcore, I'm lirical narco
Look for respect in the dictionary and you'll see my portraitBusca respeto en el diccionario y verás mi retrato

Indisputable evil in an adorable smileMaldad indiscutible en sonrisa adorable
Your predictable rhymes all, it's better if you don't even speakTus rimas predecibles todas, es mejor que ni hables
Your countless topics, none impressTus incontables temas, ninguno impresiona
I, on the other hand, speak one language so as not to leave the world in a comaYo en cambio hablo un solo idioma pa' no deja' al mundo en coma

Straight from the zone with a scent of deathStraight from zona con aroma a muerte
Although my heart is strong and I don't pity people, noAunque mi corazón es fuerte y no doy lástima a la gente, no
I sing what I've learned, not what I've sufferedYo canto lo aprendido, no lo que he sufrido
For some son of a bitch to come and tell me I haven't livedPara que un hijo de puta venga a decirme que no he vivido

It's real life, from where you're from, sonIt's real life, from where you're from, son
I don't have to talk about a gun, broNo tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro
The serious underworld movesEl hampa serio se desplaza
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threatenA paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza

It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (uh-huh)It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (ajá)
I don't have to talk about a gun, bro (yeah)No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro (yah)
The serious underworld movesEl hampa serio se desplaza
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threaten (yeah)A paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza (yeh)

I live my real life and I don't need to sniff a line, IVivo mi real life and I don't need to sniff a line, I
I write in lines the story of Maracay, sonEscribo en líneas la historia de Maracay, son
I'm tired of hearing your robbery storiesYa me cansé de escuchar tus cuentos de atraco
I get on stage and that's when the assault beginsMe subo a la tarima y es cuando empieza el asalto

I've traveled the asphalt and its charmsHe recorrido el asfalto y sus encantos
I fell in love with hip hop and translated it into songMe enamoré del hip hop y lo traduje en canto
Without a gun, ah, I only sing, my sonWithout a gun, ah, I only sing, my son
I'm from where you're fromI'm from where you're from
Bet you don't run the way you flowBet you don't run the way you flow

You only think about doing what a gangster doesTú solo piensas en hacer lo que hace un gangster
Cuz a real gangster isn't thinking about singing, right?Cuz a real gangster no andan pensando en cantar, ¿ya?
Recognize that we have what you lackReconoce que nos sobra lo que te falta
Take advice, be still and step asideCoja consejo, que'se quieto y échese pa' allá

It's real life, from where you're from, sonIt's real life, from where you're from, son
I don't have to talk about a gun, broNo tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro
The serious underworld movesEl hampa serio se desplaza
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threatenA paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza

It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (uh-huh)It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (ajá)
I don't have to talk about a gun, bro (yeah)No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro (yah)
The serious underworld movesEl hampa serio se desplaza
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threaten (yeah)A paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza (yeh)

Don't mix this track, niggaNo mezcles este tema, nigga
I want it to sound undergroundQuiero que suene under
It's dedicated to the haters who talk and hideEs dedicated pa' los haters que hablan y se esconden
Who are not satisfied with mentioning our namesQue no conformes con mencionar nuestros nombres
They only feel like men when they're armed with a revolverSolo se sienten hombres apadrina con revolver

You are prostitutes, man, we're all classicsUstedes son prostitutes, man, we all clásicos
You can't evolve without going through the basicsNo se puede evolucionar sin pasar por lo básico
Ironic, that demos and a lot of bullshitIrónico, que maquetas y mucha pendeja'
Can silence many records that say nothingPuedan callar muchos discos que no dicen na'

It's real life, from where you're from, sonIt's real life, from where you're from, son
You know we gotta be the bomb, huh?You know we gotta be the bomb, huh?
It's Can, Can, SupaIt's Can, Can, Supa
You don't really know who we areYou don't really know who we are
You just suppose thatYou just suppose that
You suppose thatYou suppose that