Translation of the song lyrics Se Real - Oscar Cortez, T3R Elemento, Oscar Cortez, T3R Elemento

Se Real (original)

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

Se Real (translation)

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