Fino
Carbón Fiber Music
Carbón Fiber Music
Si ven que ahora piso versachi
Porque el camino Me ha salido caro
Aunque ande por el valle de sombra
Y de muerte, (ah-ah)
Su palabra alumbra mis pies
Cómo un faro (faro)
Caminando fino
Fino, fino, fino (fino)
Porque fui procesado como el vino, (vino)
Para llegar a mi destino
Caminando fino, fino fino fino (fino)
Ah, porque fui procesado como el vino, vino
Para llegar a mi destino, ah
Siempre que aprieto
Los dejo en el aire
Y no sigue un break, oh, no
Bloque los acceso del Wey
Por eso es que tú no me llegan
Ninguno se pega ni aunque
Se disfracen con take, no
Yo sigo loco como los fake
Llenando las fourty, oh
Crecí en el calentón como un baker, oh
Y ustedes no corren
No son lakers
Baje como money
Haze con las más
Caras de Daddy (oh)
Si llego en la flota
Me bajo como vaivén
De la de Nally (no)
Llenando los closets
Llenando la cuenta
Llenando los partys
Que tengan el don
No basta pa que puedan
Roncar la Daddy (weh)
Multiplica mientras
Multiplicó los ingresos
Lo único que no es parte de su cuerpo
Y le duele mi progreso (ah-ah)
Se mueren envidia porque
Soy la bala que los atravieso
Y la vale por más que corra
Cómo quiera sigue sobrepeso
Anillo, fino fino fino fino (fino, fino fino)
Fino fino fino
Por qué fui procesado como el vino, vino
Para llegar a mi destino, ah
Caminando fino fino fino fino, fino
Fino, fino
Porque fui procesado como el vino, vino
Pa' llegar a mi destino
Nos tiraron fango pero lo usamos de abono
Y subimos los rango como
Subimos los tono, oh
Para ofrentar los hombres y
Y de rodillas ante el trono, ah-ah
Nos tiran pero la armadura
Es de carbono, ah
Estamos sentados en la mesa
Una corona en mi cabeza
Soy libre no liberar
Porque la gracia sigue y reza
Ah-ah
Oh, si seguimos subiendo a la dosis
Y el conejo no sabe que pasará mañana
Pero Dios si yo no cojo presión
No soy enfermero
No y me importa un bledo
Ser el primero, ah
Yo ando con la verdad
Por eso siempre sincero
Yo estoy bajo el Sol
Pero aunque caiga el aguacero
Camino fino fino fino fino fino (fino)
Porque fui procesado como el vino, vino
Pa' llegar a mi destino, ah
Camino fino fino fino fino fino (fino)
Ah
Porque fui procesado como el vino
Para llegar a mi destino
Ah, ajá, ah aja
Christian Ponce
Carbón Fiber Music
Fine
Carbon Fiber Music
Carbon Fiber Music
If they see me stepping on Versace now
Because the path has been expensive for me
Even if I walk through the valley of shadow
And death, (ah-ah)
His word lights my feet
Like a lighthouse (lighthouse)
Walking fine
Fine, fine, fine (fine)
Because I was processed like wine, (wine)
To reach my destination
Walking fine, fine, fine, fine (fine)
Ah, because I was processed like wine, wine
To reach my destination, ah
Whenever I tighten
I leave them in the air
And there's no break, oh, no
Block the access of the guy
That's why you can't reach me
None of them stick even if
They disguise with take, no
I keep going crazy like the fake ones
Filling the forty, oh
I grew up in the heat like a baker, oh
And you don't run
You're not Lakers
I come down like money
Haze with the most
Expensive Daddy's (oh)
If I arrive in the fleet
I get off like a seesaw
From Nally's (no)
Filling the closets
Filling the account
Filling the parties
Having the gift
Is not enough for them to
Snore like Daddy (weh)
Multiply while
I multiply the income
The only thing that's not part of your body
And my progress hurts them (ah-ah)
They die of envy because
I'm the bullet that pierces them
And it's worth it no matter how fast it runs
Anyway, it's still overweight
Ring, fine fine fine fine (fine, fine fine)
Fine fine fine
Why I was processed like wine, wine
To reach my destination, ah
Walking fine fine fine fine, fine
Fine, fine
Because I was processed like wine, wine
To reach my destination
They threw mud at us but we used it as fertilizer
And we rise in rank like
We raise the tone, oh
To confront men and
And kneel before the throne, ah-ah
They throw at us but the armor
Is made of carbon, ah
We are sitting at the table
A crown on my head
I am free not to release
Because grace continues and prays
Ah-ah
Oh, if we keep increasing the dose
And the rabbit doesn't know what will happen tomorrow
But God, if I don't get stressed
I'm not a nurse
No and I don't care
To be the first, ah
I walk with the truth
That's why I'm always sincere
I'm under the Sun
But even if the downpour falls
I walk fine fine fine fine fine (fine)
Because I was processed like wine, wine
To reach my destination, ah
I walk fine fine fine fine fine (fine)
Ah
Because I was processed like wine
To reach my destination
Ah, uh-huh, ah uh-huh
Christian Ponce
Carbon Fiber Music