Hojas del Monte - T3R Elemento

Que si por qué, que para qué fumo tanta mota

Que estoy jodido, que ya es un vicio estar forjando a cada ratito

El humito no me deja respirar

En primera clase voy a despegar para no bajar

Con el plumón para el sabor, eso es otro rollo

Pues de repente llegan pendientes

Y eso relaja bien perro mi mente

Muchas veces me ha tocado improvisar

Si no hay de otra y lo tenemos que rolar tengo que idear

Y con hojas del monte he forjado blontes

Pura medicina para andar arriba

Me pego un bongazo, dos-tres pajuelazo'

Esa kusharita me alegra la vida

Ese chamaquito que no iba a salir del barrio

Así de repente se adueñó de todo el cuadro

Y por entero, troques llenos brinca para el otro lado

Macheteando el monte, papá, ¡ah-ah!

No tenían fe y ahora me ven en el europeo

Manché mi cuerpo, no me arrepiento

En cada raya se guarda un secreto

Cuatro-cinco, tiro arriba siempre trae

A la mano por si tiene que roncar no la va pensar

Con el plumón para el sabor, eso es otro rollo

Pues de repente llegan pendientes

Y eso relaja bien perro mi mente

Muchas veces me ha tocado improvisar

Si no hay de otra y lo tenemos que rolar tengo que idear

Y con hojas del monte he forjado blontes

Pura medicina para andar arriba

Me pego un bongazo, dos-tres pajuelazo'

Esa kusharita me alegra la vida

Ese chamaquito que no iba a salir del barrio

Así de repente se adueñó de todo el cuadro

Y por entero, troques llenos brinca para el otro lado

Yes, why, why do I smoke so much weed?

That I'm screwed, that it's already a vice to be forging every little while

The little smoke doesn't let me breathe

In first class I'm going to take off so I don't get off

With the down for the flavor, that's another roll

Well, suddenly earrings arrive

And that relaxes my mind well dog

Many times I have had to improvise

If there is no other and we have to roll it, I have to devise

And with leaves from the mountain I have forged blonts

Pure medicine to walk up

I hit a bong, two-three straws'

That Kusharita makes my life happy

That little boy who was not going to leave the neighborhood

So suddenly it took over the whole picture

And entirely, full trucks jump to the other side

Macheteing the mountain, dad, ah-ah!

They had no faith and now they see me in the European

I stained my body, I don't regret it

In each stripe a secret is kept

Four-five, shot up always brings

On hand in case you have to snore, you won't think about it

With the down for the flavor, that's another roll

Well, suddenly earrings arrive

And that relaxes my mind well dog

Many times I have had to improvise

If there is no other and we have to roll it, I have to devise

And with leaves from the mountain I have forged blonts

Pure medicine to walk up

I hit a bong, two-three straws'

That Kusharita makes my life happy

That little boy who was not going to leave the neighborhood

So suddenly it took over the whole picture

And entirely, full trucks jump to the other side