Cuenta la Leyenda - C-Kan, Flowker Slick, Flowker

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Es lo que cuentan en el barrio

Díselos bien C-Kan

Es Flowker Slick

Es mexickanos wey

Las reglas de la calle dicen mira, escucha y calla

Y adonde vayas no olvidar de donde eres

Fue la ambición que le hizo perder la batalla

Porque el que a hierro mata a hierro muere

Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas

Que cantan cuando cae la luna llena

Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problmas

Porque la calle le corr en las venas

Dicen que las penas con pan son buenas

Y por su banda van, van sin pena

Está que quema, sí, ya no temas

La calle le corre en las venas

Son las 8 y se levanta, prende y se inhala un paisa de planta

Para luego persignarse con la cruz de su garganta

Se cuenta que siempre anda con un mágnum en el bulto

Este primero fue malandro que adulto

Loco, cualquier insulto y pasa lo que Dios convenga

El dinero nunca es fácil, listo para lo que venga (Entienda)

Y como el que tenga tienda que la atienda

Si el homie soltó la rienda, en las calles una leyenda

Trae la finanza en la agenda, la muerte le lleva ofrendas

No confía en la palabra, ó le pagas, o sueltas prenda

Dice que loco colocó el negocio, se metió en el bloque y lo desenfocó

Luego que Avino le gritó de a poco, se acopló con locos y se colocó

Que primero fueron autos, luego transeúntes

Después el vicio, luego ya ni preguntes

El son se hizo magnate con el poder de los juntes

Y le mochaba el dedo a cualquiera que se lo apunte

Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas

Que cantan cuando cae la luna llena

Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problemas

Porque la calle le corre en las venas

Dicen que las penas con pan son buenas

Y por su banda van, van sin pena

Está que quema, sí, ya no temas

La calle le corre en las venas

Cuando quería ser narco, empezó siendo el perro

El perro de los perros del patrón, pero haciendo dinero

Pasó por chambas similares a esos

Una era vender perico, la otra pegarle al secuestro

Antes de comenzar, wey, primero vendió queso

Se libró que lo picaran otras clikas salió ileso

Pensaron que era de varo, en sí, por su cara de menso

Vivía del otro lado, muy cerca de San Lorenzo

Le encantaba la mota, le entraba al cristal

Se ponía hasta el gorro de pedo pa´ poder periquear

Terminaba con banda cuando empezaba con rap

Llegaba el momento que la rockola no daba pa´ más

Y está mal que antes de ser mayor cayó en eso

Esas no son maneras pa´ ganarse el pan y el queso

Ni mucho menos el respeto en la calle

Pero es más fácil que pararse a las 4 y no llegar tarde

Transportando metros a las seis

Joderse físicamente también

Aguantar el calor de día, aguantar la sed

¡Y soportar otro trabajo de shit!

Traía una moto buena garra, un iPhone como frutos

Salía con las mejores mujeres del instituto

En el hood nada se sabe, sólo se supo

Que se embarró en la mierda para arreglar sus asuntos

Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas

Que cantan cuando cae la luna llena

Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problemas

Porque la calle le corre en las venas

Dicen que las penas con pan son buenas

Y por su banda van, van sin pena

Está que quema, sí, ya no temas

La calle le corre en las venas

Unos dicen que está en Miami viviendo en una mansión

Otros que sigue en México haciendo cana en prisión

Lo que tengo de razón, el tipo es de corazón

Todo aquel que dio traición, ya no da respiración

Cansado de la rutina, decide entrar a otra liga

Significando un cambio brusco a lo Carlos Salinas

Tan cerca del precipicio, muy lejos de su familia

En la calle te ganas hermanos y también envidias

Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas

Que cantan cuando cae la luna llena

Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problemas

Porque la calle le corre en las venas

Dicen que las penas con pan son buenas

Y por su banda van, van sin pena

Está que quema, sí, ya no temas

La calle le corre en las venas

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It's what they say in the neighborhood

Tell them well C-Kan

It's Flowker Slick

It's Mexican wey

The rules of the road say look, listen and shut up

And wherever you go don't forget where you're from

It was the ambition that made him lose the battle

Because he who kills iron dies

Legend has it that she loves mermaids

Who sing when the full moon falls

Who walks with a magnum for all his problems

Because the street ran in his veins

They say that sorrows with bread are good

And for their band they go, they go without sorrow

It's burning, yes, no longer fear

The street runs in his veins

It's 8 o'clock and he gets up, turns on and inhales a plant paisa

To then cross himself with the cross of his throat

It is said that he always walks with a magnum in the bundle

This first was a malandro than an adult

Crazy, any insult and whatever happens God agrees

Money is never easy, ready for whatever comes (Understand)

And as the one who has a store that attends it

If the homie let go, in the streets a legend

He brings finances on the agenda, death brings him offerings

He does not trust the word, or you pay him, or you loose pledge

He says that crazy placed the business, got on the block and blurred it

After Avino yelled at him little by little, he mated with crazy people and got high

That first there were cars, then passers-by

After the vice, then don't even ask

The son became a tycoon with the power of the joints

And he would nip the finger at anyone who points it at him

Legend has it that she loves mermaids

Who sing when the full moon falls

Who walks with a magnum for all his problems

Because the street runs in his veins

They say that sorrows with bread are good

And for their band they go, they go without sorrow

It's burning, yes, no longer fear

The street runs in his veins

When he wanted to be a drug dealer, he started out as the dog

The dog of the dogs of the boss, but making money

He went through jobs similar to those

One was to sell perico, the other to hit kidnapping

Before we start, man, first he sold cheese

He got rid of being bitten by other clikas he came out unharmed

They thought that he was from varo, in itself, because of his idiot face

He lived on the other side, very close to San Lorenzo

He loved the weed, it entered the glass

He even wore the fart hat to be able to periquear

He finished with band when he started with rap

The time came when the jukebox didn't give any more

And it's wrong that before he was older he fell for it

Those are not ways to earn bread and cheese

Much less the respect in the street

But it's easier than getting up at 4 and not being late

Transporting meters at six

fuck physically too

Enduring the heat of the day, enduring thirst

And put up with another shit job!

He brought a good claw motorcycle, an iPhone as fruits

He dated the best women in high school.

In the hood nothing is known, it was only known

That he got muddled in the shit to settle his affairs

Legend has it that she loves mermaids

Who sing when the full moon falls

Who walks with a magnum for all his problems

Because the street runs in his veins

They say that sorrows with bread are good

And for their band they go, they go without sorrow

It's burning, yes, no longer fear

The street runs in his veins

Some say that he is in Miami living in a mansion

Others who are still in Mexico doing cana in prison

What I'm right about, the guy is from the heart

Everyone who gave betrayal, no longer gives breath

Tired of the routine, he decides to enter another league

Signifying a sudden change to Carlos Salinas

So close to the precipice, so far from his family

In the street you win brothers and you also envy

Legend has it that she loves mermaids

Who sing when the full moon falls

Who walks with a magnum for all his problems

Because the street runs in his veins

They say that sorrows with bread are good

And for their band they go, they go without sorrow

It's burning, yes, no longer fear

The street runs in his veins