Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toma 2, artist - C-Kan. Date of issue: 04.10.2018
Song language: Spanish
Toma 2(original) |
| Oy no más al DJ Maxo como se pasa de verga |
| Haciendo double check en este mi nueve a cinco |
| Yo quiero nietos ricos, ellos morir de cricos |
| Ah, maestro Alex |
| 'Tan fumando perejil, yo ojeroso en rivotril |
| Están como el abuelo, entre más viejo más hostil |
| Voy a contarles a esos reales que es real |
| Crecer en Infonavit, repartiéndose la ropa y el cereal |
| Real mi jefa, que pasando de mi jefe al funeral |
| Bienvenida al mundo real, con cinco niños que criar |
| Real el sueño de sacar a mi familia pa' delante |
| Realmente mi gente, eso era lo único importante |
| Real es no firmar tus ideales por los pesos |
| Reales los que invierten su ganancia y yo soy de esos |
| Real es que me tengas que tirar porque realmente para poder funcionar, |
| ya no te quedaba de otra |
| Reales que se odiaban hoy los veo colaborar |
| ¿A eso le llaman real? |
| Más reales mis pelotas |
| Real que nací pobre y ser pobre no te hace humilde |
| Y que hay ricos que son más pobres, déjenme decirles |
| Real grabar en casetes, sin YouTube, sin internet |
| Real por amor empecé, no me culpen por vender |
| Ajá |
| Real que por años dormí en el piso del cantón |
| Real que con mi letra vo’a pintarme otra mansión |
| Ah, C-Kan |
| ¿De qué sirve la feria, si no hay familia? |
| Aunque sin dinero no me compraría la envidia |
| Voy a viajar a los 2000s, a buscar mi viejo y hoy decirle |
| Que a dejar el narco y a la música seguirle |
| Que ni yo me la creo pero en el futuro es él |
| El de los hits, el de la tele, en las mansiones y el papel |
| Que lo siga manteniendo como lo dijo aquél día |
| Que el rap valía un chingo y por eso no se vendía |
| De las amistades nada vo’a dejar equivocarse |
| Porque mis enemigos lo ayudan a motivarse |
| Lo mantengo tan real que de antes no puedo rapear |
| Ya no estoy para alacrear, asaltar y disparar |
| Soy el artista del año en sudamérica, C-Kan |
| Soy el mismito de antaño entre mota y clonazepam |
| Sin pam-pam y aún tengo tino, y al pan, pan y al vino, vino |
| El camino de los barrios, mexicanos y argentinos |
| Y por acá wacho, al chile que ni los wacho |
| Bolivia y Ecuador me siguen zumbando gacho |
| ¿Arreglar cómo arreglaron esos jotos qué entre ellos se tiraban? |
| Yo soy más real que eso |
| Ah, ah |
| ¿Mencionar a otros maricas pa' tener reproducciones? |
| Yo soy más real que eso |
| (translation) |
| Listen no more to DJ Maxo how he goes from cock |
| Double checking this my nine to five |
| I want rich grandchildren, they will die of children |
| Oh Master Alex |
| 'So smoking parsley, I haggard in rivotril |
| They are like the grandfather, the older the more hostile |
| I'ma tell those real ones that it's real |
| Growing up in Infonavit, sharing clothes and cereal |
| Real my boss, that going from my boss to the funeral |
| Welcome to the real world, with five children to raise |
| Real the dream of taking my family forward |
| Really my people, that was the only important thing |
| Real is not signing your ideals for the pesos |
| Those who invest their profit are real and I am one of those |
| Real is that you have to throw me away because really to be able to function, |
| you no longer had another |
| Real ones who hated each other today I see them collaborate |
| They call that real? |
| More real my balls |
| It is true that I was born poor and being poor does not make you humble |
| And that there are rich people who are poorer, let me tell you |
| Real record on cassettes, no YouTube, no internet |
| Real for love I started, don't blame me for selling |
| AHA |
| Real that for years I slept on the floor of the canton |
| Real that with my handwriting I was going to paint another mansion |
| Oh C-Kan |
| What good is the fair, if there is no family? |
| Although without money I wouldn't buy envy |
| I'm going to travel to the 2000s, look for my old man and today tell him |
| That to leave the narco and to follow the music |
| Not even I believe it, but in the future it's him |
| The one with the hits, the one on TV, in the mansions and on paper |
| That he keep it as he said that day |
| That rap was worth a shit and that's why it wasn't sold |
| I'm not going to let anything go wrong with my friendships |
| 'Cause my enemies help him get motivated |
| I keep it so real that from before I can't rap |
| I'm no longer here to create, assault and shoot |
| I'm the artist of the year in South America, C-Kan |
| I'm the same old thing between weed and clonazepam |
| Without pam-pam and I still have sense, and bread, bread and wine, wine |
| The path of the neighborhoods, Mexicans and Argentines |
| And over here wacho, to the chili that not even the wacho |
| Bolivia and Ecuador keep buzzing me down |
| Fix how they fixed those jacks that were throwing each other? |
| I am more real than that |
| oh oh |
| Mention other queers to have reproductions? |
| I am more real than that |