Se Real - Oscar Cortez, T3R Elemento, Oscar Cortez, T3R Elemento

Son las 4:20 de la tarde

Ya forjada la amarilla de mis kodge

Con un ocho eso debe de durar

Pero al fin, no fumamos igual

Quemando un meñito

Tirando humo en el aire

Un cigarrito en paz para elevarme

Porque quiero rolar mota

Yo quiero rolar mota

Un taka tau, un taka tau

Taka, taka, taka, tau

Un taka tau, un taka tau

Taka, taka, taka, tau

Tataka tau, tataka tau

Tataka, taka, tau

Tataka tau, tataka tau

Taka, taka, taka, tau

Pegajoso, apestoso

Rojo te pone los ojos

Calidad, no cantidad

Eso va también con la amistad

Sé real hasta el final

Hay tanta gente artificial

En malos tiempos prendo un puro

Aquí es familia sobre todo

A atizar el fuego para que no se apague

Ya casi no tengo, voy por otro viaje

Porque quiero rolar mota

Yo quiero rolar mota

Porque quiero rolar mota

Vamos a rolar mota

Y agarrando viaje con este leñito, viejón

¿O qué no, compa cubano?

Aquí andamos, papá, aquí andamos

Ahorita que terminemos no' echamo' el gallo compa, fierro

No, right now hit this, foo'

Ahorita, cero

Oscar Cortez

T3R Elemento, viejo

Gang, gang, foo'!

DEL Records

One time, wooh!

¡Ah, ah!

Hell, the one

It's 4:20 in the afternoon

Already forged the yellow of my kodge

With an eight that should last

But in the end, we don't smoke the same

burning a meñito

Throwing smoke in the air

A little cigarette in peace to get me high

Because I want to roll weed

I want to roll weed

A taka tau, a taka tau

Taka, taka, taka, tau

A taka tau, a taka tau

Taka, taka, taka, tau

Tataka tau, tataka tau

Tataka, taka, tau

Tataka tau, tataka tau

Taka, taka, taka, tau

sticky, stinky

Red makes your eyes

Quality, not quantity

That also goes with friendship

Be real to the end

There are so many artificial people

In bad times I light a cigar

Here it is family above all

Stoke the fire so it doesn't go out

I almost don't have any, I'm going for another trip

Because I want to roll weed

I want to roll weed

Because I want to roll weed

Let's roll weed

And taking a trip with this little wood, old man

Or what not, Cuban compa?

Here we go, dad, here we go

Now that we finish, we won't throw out the rooster, compa, iron

No, right now hit this, foo'

right now, zero

Oscar Cortez

T3R Element, old

Gang, gang, foo'!

DEL Records

One time, wow!

oh oh

Hell, the one