Sobres - Jay Romero

Un, dos, tres, me espera el escenario

Tengo el amuleto y el rosario

Dice que es la hora que me rife

Pásame el mic súbele al beat, chinge su madre

Yeah, yeah

Sobres, sobres

Vine sin plata pero dame break a que cobre, cobre

Donde estan los que reían y los que decían que eran los mejores, jores

Ya no los escucho hablar, que de criticar se quedaron pobres, pobres

Ahora que voy pa' la cima y se quedan abajo, me piden favores, no man

Sorry, sorry

Vine sin plata pero dame break a que cobre, cobre

Donde estan los que reían y los que decían que eran los mejores, jores

Ya no los escucho hablar, que de criticar se quedaron pobres, pobres

Ahora que voy pa' la cima y se quedan abajo, me piden favores, no man

Hey

No sé hacer nada que no sea multiplicar (yeah)

Discúlpame si les duele perder y a mi verme ganar

No compitam contra mi que no pueden, yo los voy a crucificar

Puro estilo mexicano, levanta las manos pa' representar

Se creen importantes pero

Nadie los observa

Se creen bien maleantes pero

No valen pa' verga

Yo no muerdo manos aunque

Me llame su perra

Chamacos cagones pa' mí

Como dice el Ferras

Les dije que faltaba poquito pa' salir de la calle

No me creyeron y ahora me lo maman, ahí esta el detalle

Lo real solo reconoce real

Y yo no te reconozco homie, tú nunca has sabido ser leal

Les dije que faltaba poquito pa' salir de la calle

No me creyeron y ahora me lo maman, ahí esta el detalle

Lo real solo reconoce real

Y yo no te reconozco homie, tú nunca has sabido ser leal

Pasame el mic, súbele al beat, chingue su madre, yeah

Sobres, sobres

Vine sin plata pero dame break a que cobre, cobre

Donde estan los que reían y los que decían que eran los mejores, jores

Ya no los escucho hablar, que de criticar se quedaron pobres, pobres

Ahora que voy pa' la cima y se quedan abajo, me piden favores, no man

Yeah

You know who it is

Young Jay in the building

Yeah

Young Haster, Young Haster

JB Fam, perro

You know who we do

My nigga

We kill it, we kill it, man

We lit

One, two, three, the stage awaits me

I have the amulet and the rosary

He says it's time for me to rife

Pass me the mic, turn up the beat, fuck your mother

yeah yeah

envelopes, envelopes

I came without money but give me a break so I can pay, pay

Where are the ones who laughed and those who said they were the best, best

I no longer listen to them speak, that from criticizing they remained poor, poor

Now that I'm going to the top and they stay below, they ask me for favors, no man

Sorry, sorry

I came without money but give me a break so I can pay, pay

Where are the ones who laughed and those who said they were the best, best

I no longer listen to them speak, that from criticizing they remained poor, poor

Now that I'm going to the top and they stay below, they ask me for favors, no man

hey

I don't know how to do anything other than multiply (yeah)

Excuse me if it hurts to lose and see me win

Do not compete against me, you cannot, I am going to crucify you

Pure Mexican style, raise your hands to represent

They think they are important but

no one watches them

They think they're good thugs but

They are not worth the dick

I don't bite hands though

call me your bitch

shitty kids for me

As the Ferras says

I told them that there was little left to leave the street

They didn't believe me and now they suck me, there's the detail

The real only recognizes real

And I do not recognize you homie, you have never known how to be loyal

I told them that there was little left to leave the street

They didn't believe me and now they suck me, there's the detail

The real only recognizes real

And I do not recognize you homie, you have never known how to be loyal

Pass me the mic, turn up the beat, fuck her mother with her, yeah

envelopes, envelopes

I came without money but give me a break so I can pay, pay

Where are the ones who laughed and those who said they were the best, best

I no longer listen to them speak, that from criticizing they remained poor, poor

Now that I'm going to the top and they stay below, they ask me for favors, no man

yeah

You know who it is

Young Jay in the building

yeah

Young Haster, Young Haster

JB Fam, dog

You know who we do

My nigga

We kill it, we kill it, man

we lit