Yo tengo el poder ya tú vas a ver
Pero para crecer primero hay que caer
Yo ya sé que hacer no voy de gánster
No soy fake raper nadie me va a joder
No hay nada que no arregle el tiempo
Así que seguiré con todos mis intentos
Por mucho que me hable la gente sin talento
Se que sus palabras se las llevara el viento
Me he metido еn un panorama
Que es canela еn rama
Se va por las ramas
Aquel que difama busca fama
Tira beef llora en su cama
Con la mama
Mama del que tiene lana
Fekas a tu espalda llamándote pana
El que tiene no comparte
Llaman arte a querer matarte
Luego todos quieren comprarte
Inculcarte sus estandartes
Y que seas un mierda aparte pero no
Cause I don’t give a f#ck
I don’t give a f#ck
Munic hustle boy
On the beat
Breaking it my bro
n#gg#s talking sh#t
I’don’t care I’m following my heart
Ridding on my dreams with my fam
Pull up in the roice n#gg#
Que el tiempo perdona, pero nunca olvida
Pocos son los que conocen todas mis movidas
El tiempo ha sano y ha sanado mis heridas
Y las que no quisieron las cerré yo con bridas
Dicen ser muy buenos luego compran views
Eso no es tener talento eso es tener flush
Gracias a Pablito hoy estoy aquí
Hustle boys no es gang es mi family
No te olvidas de mi dice gente que ni conocí
Tranqui yo recuerdo quien estuvo ahí
Que no se preocupe la gente que no me quiso así
Hoy día va bien y no es gracias a ti
Así que afloja la cuerda está floja
Pasos de gigante en un hilo de seda roja
Corazón caliente la mente fuera de esa gente
Que me busca por interés o solo cuando hay panoja
Pero calma ya sabia que era canela en rama
Ya me lo dijo mi mama
Cuida lo que tienes no te guíes de la fama
Y da gracias a allah por ese techo y esa cama
Agradecido por lo conseguido
Ain’t got time amigo no me fio de na
Que si he aprendido es por lo cometido
Y de cada error pues se aprenderá
Es la diferencia entre tú y yo
No voy a dar más si no recibo
No voy a dar más sino recibo
Rodeado de mucha gente y me siento solo
Cada vez menos me controlo
Consumo la base como un flash polo
Visto chándal nunca con polo
Que des de las pistas a quemar pistas
Como un detective nos siguen la pista
No entras en el juego no estas en la lista
Cuidado no se te nuble la vista
Me he metido en un panorama
Que es canela en rama
Se va por las ramas
Aquel que difama busca fama
Tira beef llora en su cama
Con la mama
Mama del que tiene lana
Fekas a tu espalda llamandote pana
El que tiene no comparte
Llaman arte a querer matarte
Luego todos quieren comprarte
Inculcarte sus estandartes
Y que seas un mierda aparte pero no
Yo tengo el poder ya tu vas a ver
Pero para crecer primero hay que caer
Yo ya se que hacer no voy de gánster
No soy fake raper nadie me va a joder
No hay nada que no arregle el tiempo
Así que seguiré con todos mis intentos
Por mucho que me hable la gente sin talento
Se que sus palabras se las llevara el viento
Is Munic hustle boy
I’m just trying to be different a todo el resto
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Canela en rama Lyrics English
I have the power and you will see
But to grow first you have to fall
I already know what to do I do not go from gangster
I’m not Fake Raper No one is going to f#ck me
There is nothing that does not fix time
So I’ll continue with all my attempts
As much as you talk to me without talent
I know that his words will take them the wind
I have gotten a panorama
That is cinnamon е branch
It goes through the branches
The one that defama seeks fame
He shoots beef cries in his bed
With the breast
Breast who has wool
Fek to your back calling you cord
The one who has does not share
They call art to want to kill you
Then everyone wants to buy you
Inculcate your banners
And that you are a sh#t aside but not
CAUSE I DON’T GIVE A f#ck
I do not give to f#ck
Munic Hustle Boy.
On the Beat
Breaking It My Bro
n#gg#s Talking Shit.
I’Don’t Care I’m Following My Heart
Ridding on My Dreams With My Fam
Pull Up in the Roice n#gg#
That time forgives, but never forget
Few are those who know all my movements
Time has healthy and has healed my wounds
And those who did not want to closed them with flanges
They say they are very good then buy views
That’s not having a talent that’s having flush
Thanks to Pablito today I’m here
Hustle Boys is not gang is my family
Do not forget me say people I did not even know
Tranqui I remember who was there
Do not worry about people who did not love me like that
Today is going well and it is not thanks to you
So loosen the rope is loose
Giant steps in a red silk thread
Hot heart the mind outside of those people
That looks for me for interest or only when there is a pan
But calm and I knew it was cinnamon in branch
My mom told me
Take care what you have do not guide you of fame
And it gives thanks to Allah for that roof and that bed
Grateful for
Ain’t Got Time Friend I did not trust na
That if I have learned it is because it is committed
And of each error because it will be learned
Is the difference between you and me
I’m not going to give more if I do not receive
I’m not going to give more but receipt
Surrounded by many people and I feel alone
Becoming less I control
Consumption The base as a flash polo
Seen john with polo
What do you give the clues to burn tracks
As a detective follow us the track
Do not go into the game you are not on the list
Care do not be clouded the view
I have gotten into a panorama
What is cinnamon in branch
It goes through the branches
The one that defama seeks fame
Strip Beef cries on his bed
With the breast
Breast who has wool
Fek to your back calling corduroy
The one who has does not share
They call art to want to kill you
Then everyone wants to buy you
Inculcate your banners
And that you are a sh#t aside but not
I have the power and you will see
But to grow first you have to fall
I already know what to do I’m not going from ganaster
I’m not Fake Raper No one is going to f#ck me
There is nothing that does not fix time
So I’ll continue with all my attempts
As much as you talk to me without talent
I know that his words will take them the wind
Is Munic Hustle Boy
I’m just trying to be different to all the rest
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Munic HB Lyrics – Canela en rama