Текст и перевод песни C-Kan feat. Kinto Sol & SM1 - Tirando Esquina (feat. Kinto Sol & SM1)

Tirando Esquina (feat. Kinto Sol & SM1)

Es todo...
Cha cha chau
Kinto Sol carnal
C C C C-Kan
Le da la calle lo que pida
Y que Dios decida si hay que perder la vida
Como ves loco? A huevo!
Es el Kinto Sol Dj Payback García

Tirando esquina, esta es mi vida
Surtiendo al barrio, loco, lo que pida
Aquí la calle no se olvida
De lo que pasa, nunca esta dormida Por el barrio desde los 10 años
Por la calle aprendiendo de números y paños
Incertidumbre se hace costumbre
Aquí se juega con la pólvora y la lumbre

Desde morrillo, listo como un cerillo
Juntando para el bolsillo, yo y mi carnalillo
Sencillo a mi equipo respetando
Que no tienen se inventan, aquí la cuota es la renta

Kinto Sol es la neta, esta es la flota completa
Un millón de soldados por todo el planeta checa
No se si son, se hacen o los hicieron
Estos compas ya se la creyeron

Corte de narco, verbo de ñero
Pinta de lacra, pose de pistolero
Después su jefa llora en el entierro
Con nadie se metía, mi hijo era bueno

Tirando esquina, esta es mi vida
Surtiendo al barrio, loco, lo que pida
Aquí la calle no se olvida
De lo que pasa, nunca esta dormida Que hubo, llego el viaje sin canabidol
Some one, Maga One, C-Kan y Kinto Sol
Me tira la tira, la esquina de mi conecta
Y casi les tiramos toda la cuadra completa

Y los tira la tinta de malos
Tirándome tinta, más luego se esconden
Por aquí la cosa es distinta
Les tiramos plomos y nunca responden
A mi que me digan dónde y ladren no hay pedo
En el rancho los perros también ladran por miedo

En la cabina muy malo, tirando su plaquita
Y en la calle no saben ni de que barrio es paquita
Acá somos una sangre entre paisas y pelones
Sol are won the wolrld ¡Viva Mexico cabrones!

Chicago hasta Guanas, fumando marihuna
Se la pelaron hoy, aunque no estemos mañana
Les dejamos la fama y diez pesos de propina
Por acá los chingamos y andamos tirando esquina

Tirando esquina, esta es mi vida
Surtiendo al barrio, loco, lo que pida
Aquí la calle no se olvida
De lo que pasa, nunca esta dormida No me gusta soñar, son puras pesadillas
Prefiero desvelarme y ponerlos de rodillas
Polvo, hierba, pastillas, perico, gallo chiba
No culpen al malandro, culpe lo que usted decida

Caballo sin silla, decepciona la vida
No tienen pantalones y presume las hebillas
La banda lo que pida, para todos hay salida
El gobierno te da hueso, porque come a tus constillas

Ilegales o prohibidas, bajadas o subidas
Leal con los míos, al que la lleva perdida
Así será por siempre Kinto Sol loco por vida
Kinto Sol loco por vida, Kinto Sol loco por vida

Loco la cosa es seria, escribe
Kinto Sol, C-Kan, Some One, SM1
Más seria que la cuota en la frontera

Muchos preguntan que ¿Quien es este cabrón?
Es SM1, Some one el tiene la conexión
Gorda mi jefita morro, aquí esta tu bendición
Porque uno sabe que el mundo es mudo frío, con perdición

No hay pedo, pongale más leña al fuego
Hay los que saben dar esquina
Y los que saben sufrir de hambre en el suelo
Sin tener nada pero de eso se encarga el cuerno
Dime que lado, amanece la rata colgado
Cual charrascado, bien preparado, muévase a un lado
Voy por el compa que la aiga regado
Desaparece con todo y abogado
La Conexión
De Guanatos A Chicago
SM1
La Conexión
C-Kan
Someo One
Kinto So

Hanging Out on the Corner (feat. Kinto Sol & SM1)

That's it...
Cha cha chau
Kinto Sol, my man
C C C C-Kan
The street gives him what he asks for
And may God decide if we have to lose our lives
How do you see it, crazy? For sure!
It's Kinto Sol, DJ Payback García

Hanging out on the corner, this is my life
Supplying the neighborhood, crazy, with whatever it asks for
Here the street doesn't forget
What happens, it's never asleep Around the neighborhood since I was 10 years old
On the street, learning about numbers and cloths
Uncertainty becomes habit
Here we play with gunpowder and fire

Since I was a kid, ready like a match
Saving up for my pocket, me and my little brother
Simple, respecting my crew
Those who don't have, invent, here the quota is the rent

Kinto Sol is the truth, this is the complete fleet
A million soldiers all over the planet, check it out
I don't know if they are, they pretend, or they were made
These buddies already believe it

Narco cut, ñero slang
Scum look, gunman pose
Then his mother cries at the funeral
He didn't mess with anyone, my son was good

Hanging out on the corner, this is my life
Supplying the neighborhood, crazy, with whatever it asks for
Here the street doesn't forget
What happens, it's never asleep What's up, the trip arrived without cannabidiol
Some One, Maga One, C-Kan and Kinto Sol
The police are after me, the corner of my connection
And we almost threw them the whole block

And the ink of bad guys throws them
Throwing ink at me, but then they hide
Around here things are different
We throw them leads and they never respond
Let them tell me where and bark, no problem
In the ranch, dogs also bark out of fear

In the booth, very bad, throwing his little record
And on the street they don't even know from which neighborhood Paquita is
Here we are one blood between paisas and pelones
Sol are won the world, Long live Mexico, bastards!

Chicago to Guanas, smoking marijuana
They screwed up today, even if we're not here tomorrow
We leave them the fame and ten pesos tip
Around here we screw them over and we're hanging out on the corner

Hanging out on the corner, this is my life
Supplying the neighborhood, crazy, with whatever it asks for
Here the street doesn't forget
What happens, it's never asleep I don't like to dream, it's all nightmares
I prefer to stay up and put them on their knees
Dust, grass, pills, cocaine, rooster, goat
Don't blame the thug, blame what you decide

Horse without a saddle, life disappoints
They don't have pants and they show off their buckles
The gang whatever they ask for, there's a way out for everyone
The government gives you bone, because it eats your ribs

Illegal or prohibited, downhill or uphill
Loyal to my own, to the one who is lost
That's how it will always be, Kinto Sol crazy for life
Kinto Sol crazy for life, Kinto Sol crazy for life

Crazy, the thing is serious, write
Kinto Sol, C-Kan, Some One, SM1
More serious than the quota at the border

Many ask, "Who is this bastard?"
It's SM1, Some One, he has the connection
Fat my mom, kid, here's your blessing
Because one knows that the world is mute, cold, with perdition

No problem, put more wood on the fire
There are those who know how to give corner
And those who know how to suffer from hunger on the ground
Without having anything, but the horn takes care of that
Tell me which side, the rat wakes up hanging
Like a charrascado, well prepared, move aside
I'm going for the buddy who watered it
Disappears with everything and lawyer
The Connection
From Guanatos To Chicago
SM1
The Connection
C-Kan
Someo One
Kinto So