Текст и перевод песни C-Kan feat. Flowker Slick - Cuenta la Leyenda

Cuenta la Leyenda

Ha ha
Es lo que cuentan en el barrio
Y si los pira c kan
Es flowker es lio
Es mexicanos wey

Las reglas de la calle dicen mira escucha y calla
Y adonde vallas no olvidar de donde eres
Fue la ambición que le hizo perder la batalla
Porque al que hierro mata hierro muere

Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas
Que canta cuando cae la luna llena
Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problemas
Por que la calle le corre las venas

Dise que las penas con pan son buenas
Y por su banda van van sin pena
Esta que quema si ya no temas
La calle le corre las venas

Son las 8 y se levanta prende y se inhala un paisa de planta
Para luego persignarse con la Cruz de su garganta
Se cuenta que siempre anda con un mágnum en el bulto
Este primero fue malandro que adulto

Loco cualquier insulto y pasa lo que Dios convenga
El dinero nunca es fácil listo para lo que venga
Entienda y como el que tenga tienda que la atienda
Si el hommie soltó la rienda en las calles una leyenda

Trae la finanza en la agenda, la muerte le lleva ofrendas
No confía en la palabra o le pagas o sueltas prenda
Dise que loco por loco el negocio se mete en el bloque
Y todo desenfoco

Luego que avino le gritó de apoco se acoplo con loco
Y se coloco
Que primero feron autos, luego transeúntes
Después el vicio luego ya ni preguntes

El son se hico magnate con el poder de los juntes
Y le mochaba el dedo a cualquiera que se lo apunté
Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas
Que canta cuando cae la luna llena

Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problemas
Por que la calle le corre las venas
Dise que las penas con pan son buenas
Y por su banda van van sin pena
Esta que quema si ya no temas
La calle le corre las venas

Cuando quería ser narco empezó siendo el perro
El perro de los perros del patrón pero haciendo dinero
Paso por chambas similares a jesu junera
Vender perico la otra pegarle al secuestro

Antes de comenzar wey primero vendió keso
Se libro que lo picaran otras clikas salió ileso
Pensaron que era de paso en si por su cara de menso
Vivía del otro lado muy cerca de San Lorenzo

Le encantaba la moda, le entraba al cristal
Se ponía asta el gorro de pedo pa poder periquiar
Terminaba con banda cuando empezaba con rap
Llegaba el momento que la rockola no daba pa más

Y esta mal que antes de ser mayor cayó en eso
Esas no son maneras pa ganarse el pan y keso
Ni mucho menos el respeto en la calle
Pero es más fácil que pararse alas 4 y no llegar tarde

Transportar dos metros alas seis
Joderse físicamente también
Aguantar el calor de dia, aguantar la sed
Y soportar otro trabajo de shett

Traía una moto, buena garra un iPhone como frutos
Salía con las mejores mujeres del Instituto
En el frut nada se sabe, solo se supo
Que se embarró en la mierda para areglar sus asuntos

Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas
Que canta cuando cae la luna llena
Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problemas
Por que la calle le corre las venas

Dise que las penas con pan son buenas
Y por su banda van van sin pena
Esta que quema si ya no temas
La calle le corre las venas

Unos dicen que está en miami viviendo en una mancion
Otros que sigue en México haciendo cal en prisión
Lo que tengo de razón el tipo es de corazon
Todo aquel que dio traicion ya no da respiración

Casado de la rutina decide entrar a otra liga
Significa fue un cambio brusco a lo Carlos Salina
Tan cerca del precipicio, muy lejos de su familia
En la calle te ganas de hermanos y también de envidias

Cuenta la leyenda que le encantan las sirenas
Que canta cuando cae la luna llena
Que anda con un mágnum para todos sus problemas
Por que la calle le corre las venas

Dise que las penas con pan son buenas
Y por su banda van van sin pena
Esta que quema si ya no temas
La calle le corre las venas

The Legend Goes

Ha ha
This is what they say in the hood,
And if it's C-Kan on the track,
It's Flowker, it's trouble,
It's Mexicans, girl.

The rules of the street say: see, listen, and shut up,
And wherever you go, don't forget where you're from.
It was ambition that made him lose the battle,
Because he who lives by the sword, dies by the sword.

The legend goes that he loves sirens,
That he sings when the full moon falls,
That he walks with a Magnum for all his problems,
Because the streets run through his veins.

They say that sorrows are good with bread,
And for his gang, they go without fear,
This is burning, if you're not afraid anymore,
The streets run through his veins.

It's 8 o'clock and he gets up, lights up, and inhales a puff of weed,
Then crosses himself with the cross on his throat.
They say he always walks with a Magnum in his bag,
This one was a gangster before he was an adult.

Crazy about any insult, and whatever God wills, happens,
Money is never easy, ready for whatever comes,
Understand, and like the one who has a store, let him tend to it,
If the homie let go of the reins, in the streets, a legend.

He carries finances in his agenda, death brings him offerings,
He doesn't trust words, you either pay him or hand over your belongings.
They say that crazy for crazy, the business gets into the block,
And everything out of focus.

Then he shouted, little by little he coupled with crazy,
And he got high.
First, it was cars, then passers-by,
Then the vice, then don't even ask.

The dude became a magnate with the power of the joints,
And he would chop off the finger of anyone who pointed at him.
The legend goes that he loves sirens,
That he sings when the full moon falls,

That he walks with a Magnum for all his problems,
Because the streets run through his veins.
They say that sorrows are good with bread,
And for his gang, they go without fear,
This is burning, if you're not afraid anymore,
The streets run through his veins.

When he wanted to be a narco, he started as the dog,
The dog of the dogs of the boss, but making money.
He went through jobs similar to Jesu Junera,
Selling cocaine, the other, hitting the kidnapping.

Before starting, girl, he first sold cheese,
He got rid of being stung by other cliques, he came out unscathed.
They thought he was passing through because of his stupid face,
He lived on the other side, very close to San Lorenzo.

He loved fashion, he got into crystal,
He would get high as hell to be able to sell coke.
He would end up with banda when he started with rap,
The moment came when the jukebox couldn't take it anymore.

And it's bad that before he was of age, he fell into that,
Those are not ways to earn bread and cheese,
Let alone respect on the street,
But it's easier than getting up at 4 and not being late.

Transport two meters at six,
Fucking yourself physically too,
Endure the heat of the day, endure thirst,
And endure another shitty job.

He had a motorcycle, good claw, an iPhone as fruits,
He went out with the best women from the Institute.
In the frut nothing is known, it was only known,
That he got smeared in shit to fix his affairs.

The legend goes that he loves sirens,
That he sings when the full moon falls,
That he walks with a Magnum for all his problems,
Because the streets run through his veins.

They say that sorrows are good with bread,
And for his gang, they go without fear,
This is burning, if you're not afraid anymore,
The streets run through his veins.

Some say he's in Miami living in a mansion,
Others that he's still in Mexico doing time in prison.
What I know for sure is that the guy is from the heart,
Anyone who betrayed him no longer breathes.

Tired of the routine, he decides to enter another league,
Meaning it was a sudden change like Carlos Salinas.
So close to the precipice, so far from his family,
In the streets you gain brothers and also envy.

The legend goes that he loves sirens,
That he sings when the full moon falls,
That he walks with a Magnum for all his problems,
Because the streets run through his veins.

They say that sorrows are good with bread,
And for his gang, they go without fear,
This is burning, if you're not afraid anymore,
The streets run through his veins.