Rialaif - Canserbero

Eyaoh

It’s Can

From where you’re from, son

Can-Can, Supa'

Hear us

Can-Can, Supa'

¿Cuántas más verdades hay que rimar para que un animal entienda

Que me sabe a mierda tus prendas si no me aportas na'?

No puedes parar con riendas de cuerda para amarrar

La voz que solo gobierna el Can, ni menos ni más

Never lie, never look back, just I got

Hip-Hop, habilidad que ni con todo el oro puedes comprar

Esto es realidad hardcore, I’m a lyrical 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 dejar el 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 hijueputa 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 seria se desplaza a paso de tigre

Aquí si matan, no amenazan

It’s real life, from where you’re from son

No tengo que hablar de un pistolón bro

El hampa seria se desplaza a paso de tigre

Aquí si matan, no amenazan

Vivo mi real life, and I don’t need to sniff a line na'

I escribo en líneas la historia de Maracay, son

Ya me cansé de escuchar tus cuentos de atracos

Me subo a 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, I only sing my song

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 gangsta

Cuz a real gangsta no anda pensando en cantar

Ya reconoce que nos sobra lo que te falta

Coja consejo, quédese quieto y échese pa’llá

It’s real life, from where you’re from son

No tengo que hablar de un pistolón bro

El hampa seria se desplaza a paso de tigre

Aquí si matan, no amenazan

It’s real life, from where you’re from son

No tengo que hablar de un pistolón bro

El hampa seria se desplaza a paso de tigre

Aquí si matan, no amenazan

No mezcles este tema nigga, quiero que suene under

It’s dedicated pa' los haters que hablan y se esconden

Que no conformes con mencionar nuestros nombres

Solo se siente hombres apadrinados por el revólver

Ustedes son prostitutas, men, we all clásicos

No se puede evolucionar sin pasar por lo básico

Irónico que además que te hace muchas pendejá'

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

Yeah, I suppose that!

(Yeah, I suppose that!)

hey

It's Can

From where you're from, are

Can-Can, Supa'

Hear us

Can-Can, Supa'

How many more truths must be rhymed for an animal to understand

What does your clothes taste like to me if you don't give me anything?

You can't stop with rope reins to moor

The voice that only governs the Can, neither less nor more

Never lie, never look back, just I got

Hip-Hop, a skill that not even with all the gold you can buy

This is reality hardcore, I'm a lyrical narco

Look for respect in the dictionary and you will see my portrait

Undisputed evil in adorable smile

your rhymes?

All predictable, it's better that you don't even talk

Your countless themes?

none impress

I, on the other hand, speak only one language so as not to leave the world in a coma

Straight from zone with scent of death

Although my heart is strong and I don't pity people, I don't

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's real life, from where you're from son

I don't have to talk about a pistol bro

The serious underworld moves at the pace of a tiger

Here if they kill, they do not threaten

It's real life, from where you're from son

I don't have to talk about a pistol bro

The serious underworld moves at the pace of a tiger

Here if they kill, they do not threaten

I live my real life, and I don’t need to sniff a line na'

I write the history of Maracay in lines, they are

I'm tired of listening to your stories of robberies

I get on stage and that's when the assault begins

I have traveled the asphalt and its charms

I fell in love with Hip-Hop and translated it into singing

Without a gun, I only sing my song

I'm from where you're from bet you don't run the way you flow

You only think about doing what a gangsta does

Cuz a real gangsta ain't thinking about singing

You already recognize that we have plenty of what you lack

Take advice, stay still and lie down pa'llá

It's real life, from where you're from son

I don't have to talk about a pistol bro

The serious underworld moves at the pace of a tiger

Here if they kill, they do not threaten

It's real life, from where you're from son

I don't have to talk about a pistol bro

The serious underworld moves at the pace of a tiger

Here if they kill, they do not threaten

Don't mix this theme nigga, I want it to sound under

It's dedicated to the haters who talk and hide

That you are not satisfied with mentioning our names

Men only feel sponsored by the revolver

You are prostitutes, men, we are all classics

You cannot evolve without going through the basics

Ironic that in addition to making you a lot of asshole'

They can silence many records that do not say anything

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

Yeah, I suppose that!

(Yeah, I guess that!)