Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toma 3, artist - C-Kan. Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Song language: Spanish
Toma 3(original) |
| Si se trata de redes sociales |
| Soy antisocial |
| No vivo en el celular |
| Yo vivo la vida real |
| Chales |
| Que me disculpen los reales |
| Mañana la pongo en youtube |
| Con su caja de pañales |
| Que yo no fuera nada sin mi disquera |
| Pero espera, wey |
| Si yo soy dueña de mi disquera |
| Cultura es apoyar a los talentos allá afuera |
| Y mis regalías lo harán |
| Hasta después que yo me muera |
| Canciones donde comparto |
| Canto tristezas, amor, alegría |
| Luego esas mismas canciones comparto |
| Y esas canciones dejan de ser mías |
| Son de ustedes |
| Ustedes las entonan más chingon |
| Las corean más chingon |
| Y se siente tan chingon |
| Salir de casa recordando que un día salimos del pueblo |
| Mis paisas del gabacho sentirán de lo que hablo |
| Hice entender a un chingo, que guachan, que fumo chingo |
| Que fumar Marihuana y valer verga, no es lo mismo |
| Pasame ese blunt, pasame ese blunt, oh |
| Pasame ese blunt para pegarle un baiza |
| Pasame ese blunt, pasame ese blunt |
| Pasalo, ahí va otro verso |
| Que nada cae del cielo |
| Primero fue el abuelo |
| Luego papá pa' el suelo |
| Desde ahí que me rape el pelo |
| Probé todas las drogas |
| Habidas y por haber |
| Algo que tarde en entendí |
| No me debió orgullecer |
| Gracias hijo por nacer |
| Que si no ve tu a saber |
| Un día te veré crecer |
| Hay mil cosas por hacer |
| Hoy voy hacer las maletas |
| Tengo que viajar de nuevo |
| Díganle a la muerte que no estoy |
| Que venga luego |
| De nada sirve cantando, rimar y escribir que la vida es matando |
| Por que el micro sabe que estas mintiendo |
| Tienes un publico afuera escuchando |
| Pa' que cantarlo si ya esta pasando |
| Hoy los morros con rap están creciendo |
| Y yo tengo uno que amo |
| Y que va crecer |
| Me estas entendiendo? |
| Pasame ese blunt |
| Otra vez, otra vez vez |
| Pasame ese blunt |
| Aja aja aja aja |
| Toma 3 |
| Cha cha chau |
| (translation) |
| If it is about social networks |
| i'm antisocial |
| I don't live on the cell phone |
| I live real life |
| shawls |
| Excuse me the real ones |
| I'll put it on youtube tomorrow |
| With his box of diapers |
| That I was nothing without my label |
| But wait, wow |
| If I am the owner of my label |
| Culture is supporting the talents out there |
| And my royalties will |
| Until after I die |
| Songs where I share |
| I sing sadness, love, joy |
| Then those same songs I share |
| And those songs are no longer mine |
| are yours |
| You sing them more cool |
| They sing them more cool |
| And it feels so cool |
| Leaving home remembering that one day we left town |
| My paisas from the gabacho will feel what I'm talking about |
| I made a lot of people understand, what a joke, I smoke a lot |
| That smoking Marijuana and having a dick is not the same |
| Pass me that blunt, pass me that blunt, oh |
| Pass me that blunt to hit a baiza |
| Pass me that blunt, pass me that blunt |
| Pass it on, there goes another verse |
| That nothing falls from the sky |
| Grandpa was first |
| Then dad pa' the floor |
| From there I shaved my hair |
| I tried all the drugs |
| Given and to be |
| Something that I later understood |
| I shouldn't have been proud |
| Thank you unborn child |
| What if you don't see |
| One day I will see you grow |
| There are a thousand things to do |
| Today I'm going to pack |
| I have to travel again |
| Tell death that I'm not |
| come later |
| It's no use singing, rhyming and writing that life is killing |
| Because the micro knows that you are lying |
| You have an audience outside listening |
| Why sing it if it's already happening |
| Today the noses with rap are growing |
| And I have one that I love |
| and what will grow |
| Are you understanding me? |
| pass me that blunt |
| again, again |
| pass me that blunt |
| Aha aha aha aha |
| take 3 |
| cha cha cha |