Eyou, it's Can, from where you from son
Can Can, Supa x2
Hear this!
How much more truth must be rhymed for an
animal understand that your clothes give me shit
If you don't give me anything.
You can't stop with rope reins
to tie the mouth, only the Can governs
Nor less nor more
Never lie, never look back, just I'm god
Hip-Hop, skill that not even all the gold
can buy, this is reality hardcore
a lyrical narco, look up respect in the dictionary
and you will see my portrait.
Indisputable evil, smile, adorable
your rhymes, all predictable, it is better that you don't even speak
None of your countless themes impresses
I, on the other hand, speak only one language
so that I don't leave the world in a coma.
It's three from the zone, with the aroma of death
although my heart is strong
and I do not feel sorry for people (na').
I sing what I have learned, not what I have suffered
so that a son of a bitch comes to tell me that I haven't lived it moves
At a tiger's pace
And if it kills it does not threaten
I live my real life, and I don't need rust
nor do I fall line, I write the story in lines
from Maracay say
I'm tired of listening to your robbery stories
I get on the stage and that's when the assault begins, I've walked the asphalt and its charms
I I fell in love with hip hop and translated it into singing.
Why rod and gun, ah, only it's in my zone
I'm from where you from
baby don't wrong the way I flow.
You only think about doing what a gangster does, all those real gangsters
are not thinking about Cataya.
I recognized that we have more than enough what you lack
Take advice, stay still
and lie down there.
It's real life, from where you from, are .
I don't have to talk about a gun, bro
In the sharecropping he moves around
At a tiger's pace
And if he kills he doesn't threaten
Don't mix this topic nigga
I want it to sound under, it is dedicated
for the haters who talk and hide.
Don't be satisfied with mentioning
our names, they only feel like men
Sponsor to which he responds.
You are prostitutes, man
We're all classics, you cannot
evolve without going through the basics.
Ironic, what else? s catharsis
mucha pendejá'(bullshit).
Many records will be able to remain silent
That don't say anything
It's real life, from where you from, they are.< br/>you know we are a beat and bomb, oh
You don't: we don't know who we are
Yeah, I supposed that.

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