La Fumadera Letra – el Sátira

La Fumadera Letra by el Sátira

A las doce allá en el barrio le metieron la candela
Y la gente ya ni supo quien chingaos jalo la pela
Todos saben del barrio y dejan de lado a la escuela
Porque dicen que no sirve y luego sus sesos entierran

Fumadera allá en la lleca
Se arma la reta, y no de fucho
Pura maldita rima de ésta lacra
Gastamos la lata, damos topon con la chota

Que según me ven torcido, que donde escondo la mota
No mames, así tengo la cara
El vicio no se compara
Solo quedará una cosa clara

Y es que no me agrada
Con el rabeat haciendo himnos pa la banda
De esa que nunca se aplaca
Cuando pague, dame un coco y una hamaca

Un par de pieles y dos onzas, me gusta lo tropical pa
Ya cargo la pólvora, no saco las de salva
Porque no me da ya, hacer actos medios
Eso demuestra debilidad y falta de criterio

Transformo el maldito flow en un segundo
Pa, te entierro, trasciendo de mi
Lo hago para que pruebes de lo bueno, son
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La Fumadera Lyrics English

At twelve there in the neighborhood they put the candle
And people don’t even knew who f#cks the pela
Everyone knows about the neighborhood and set aside school
Because they say it does not work and then their brains bury

Pow
The challenge is armed, and not of fucho
Pure damn rhyme of this scourge
We spend the can, we give topon with the chota

That they see me crooked, where I hide the speck
Don’t mames, that’s how I have my face
Vice does not compare
Only one thing will be clear

And I don’t like
With Rabeat doing hymns for the band
Of that that never flattens
When paying, give me a coconut and a hammock

A couple of skins and two ounces, I like the tropical pa
I already charge the gunpowder, I do not get those of save
Because it doesn’t give me, to do middle acts
That demonstrates weakness and lack of criteria

I transform the damn flow into a second
Pa, I bury you, going from me
I do it to try the good, they are
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La Fumadera