rialaif
Eh-yaoh
It's Can
From where you're from, son
Can, Can, Supa
Hear us
Can, Can, Supa
¿Cuánta má' verdad hay que rimar para que un animal entienda?
Que me sabe a mierda tu prenda si no me aportas na'
No puede parar con rienda' de cuerda para amarrar
La boca solo gobierna el Can, ni menos ni más
Never lie, never look back, just I got
Hip hop, habilidad que ni con to' el oro puede comprar
Esto es realidad hardcore, I'm lirical narco
Busca respeto en el diccionario y verás mi retrato
Maldad indiscutible en sonrisa adorable
Tus rimas predecibles todas, es mejor que ni hables
Tus incontables temas, ninguno impresiona
Yo en cambio hablo un solo idioma pa' no deja' al mundo en coma
Straight from zona con aroma a muerte
Aunque mi corazón es fuerte y no doy lástima a la gente, no
Yo canto lo aprendido, no lo que he sufrido
Para que un hijo de puta venga a decirme que no he vivido
It's real life, from where you're from, son
No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro
El hampa serio se desplaza
A paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza
It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (ajá)
No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro (yah)
El hampa serio se desplaza
A paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza (yeh)
Vivo mi real life and I don't need to sniff a line, I
Escribo en líneas la historia de Maracay, son
Ya me cansé de escuchar tus cuentos de atraco
Me subo a la tarima y es cuando empieza el asalto
He recorrido el asfalto y sus encantos
Me enamoré del hip hop y lo traduje en canto
Without a gun, ah, I only sing, my son
I'm from where you're from
Bet you don't run the way you flow
Tú solo piensas en hacer lo que hace un gangster
Cuz a real gangster no andan pensando en cantar, ¿ya?
Reconoce que nos sobra lo que te falta
Coja consejo, que'se quieto y échese pa' allá
It's real life, from where you're from, son
No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro
El hampa serio se desplaza
A paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza
It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (ajá)
No tengo que hablar de un pistolón, bro (yah)
El hampa serio se desplaza
A paso 'e tiguere y si mata, no amenaza (yeh)
No mezcles este tema, nigga
Quiero que suene under
Es dedicated pa' los haters que hablan y se esconden
Que no conformes con mencionar nuestros nombres
Solo se sienten hombres apadrina con revolver
Ustedes son prostitutes, man, we all clásicos
No se puede evolucionar sin pasar por lo básico
Irónico, que maquetas y mucha pendeja'
Puedan callar muchos discos que no dicen na'
It's real life, from where you're from, son
You know we gotta be the bomb, huh?
It's Can, Can, Supa
You don't really know who we are
You just suppose that
You suppose that
Real Life
Eh-yaoh
It's Can
From where you're from, son
Can, Can, Supa
Hear us
Can, Can, Supa
How much more truth do I have to rhyme for an animal to understand?
Your trinket means shit to me if you don't contribute anything
Can't stop with reins of rope to tie
The mouth only governs Can, no more no less
Never lie, never look back, just I got
Hip hop, ability that not even all the gold can buy
This is hardcore reality, I'm a lyrical narco
Look for respect in the dictionary and you'll see my portrait
Indisputable evil in an adorable smile
Your predictable rhymes all, it's better if you don't even speak
Your countless topics, none impress
I, on the other hand, speak one language so as not to leave the world in a coma
Straight from the zone with a scent of death
Although my heart is strong and I don't pity people, no
I sing what I've learned, not what I've suffered
For some son of a bitch to come and tell me I haven't lived
It's real life, from where you're from, son
I don't have to talk about a gun, bro
The serious underworld moves
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threaten
It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (uh-huh)
I don't have to talk about a gun, bro (yeah)
The serious underworld moves
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threaten (yeah)
I live my real life and I don't need to sniff a line, I
I write in lines the story of Maracay, son
I'm tired of hearing your robbery stories
I get on stage and that's when the assault begins
I've traveled the asphalt and its charms
I fell in love with hip hop and translated it into song
Without a gun, ah, I only sing, my son
I'm from where you're from
Bet you don't run the way you flow
You only think about doing what a gangster does
Cuz a real gangster isn't thinking about singing, right?
Recognize that we have what you lack
Take advice, be still and step aside
It's real life, from where you're from, son
I don't have to talk about a gun, bro
The serious underworld moves
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threaten
It's real life (it's real life), from where you're from, son (uh-huh)
I don't have to talk about a gun, bro (yeah)
The serious underworld moves
With a thug's pace and if it kills, it doesn't threaten (yeah)
Don't mix this track, nigga
I want it to sound underground
It's dedicated to the haters who talk and hide
Who are not satisfied with mentioning our names
They only feel like men when they're armed with a revolver
You are prostitutes, man, we're all classics
You can't evolve without going through the basics
Ironic, that demos and a lot of bullshit
Can silence many records that say nothing
It's real life, from where you're from, son
You know we gotta be the bomb, huh?
It's Can, Can, Supa
You don't really know who we are
You just suppose that
You suppose that