No Quieren Que Gane - Justin Quiles

No quieren que gane yo

Que salga bonito los sábados

Me tiran la mala y yo

Sigo por encima eso es lo que les duele

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

Me tiran la mala y todo

No quieren que gane, no

Pero soy rápido relámpago

Ya es mucho tiempo que llevo en el juego

Y es tiempo de dármela, dármela

Tira la pista pa' masacrártela

Te cambio tanto el flow no sabe pa' donde va

Vomitando letras estúpidas

Ninguno ustedes se comparan

Oh, ten piedad Cristo, por favor tú ten piedad

De to' el que me mira mal

De to' el que me desea mal

Oh, ten piedad Cristo, por favor tú ten piedad

Guíalos bien en la oscuridad

Si me deseas mal se te multiplica

No quieren que gane yo

Que salga bonito los sábados

Me tiran la mala y yo

Sigo por encima eso es lo que les duele

(Les duele, les duele)

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

Me tiran la mala y todo

No quieren que gane pero son mis planes

Quieren que lágrimas derrame

Quieren que me cuelgue en el libro de la vida

Pero voy a pasar el examen

Se molestan verme subiendo

Y los veo a ellos decayendo

No quieren grabar con el nene porque los paseo

Y es cosa que entiendo

Llegó el nene de la nueva y siempre está nueva la suela

Seguimos viajando el mundo duela a quien le duela

Duela a quien le duela

A mí no me venga con fronte

A mí no me venga con corte

Que hasta mi DJ y mi corista tienen más estampas en su pasaporte

No quieren que gane, no

Que salga bonito los sábados

Me tiran la mala y yo

Sigo por encima eso es lo que les duele

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

Me tiran la mala y to

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

No quieren que gane, no

Me tiran la mala y to

(Me tiran la mala)

They don't want me to win

Let it be nice on Saturdays

They throw me the bad and I

I'm still above that's what hurts them

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They throw me the bad and everything

They don't want me to win, no

But I'm lightning fast

It's been a long time since I've been in the game

And it's time to give it to me, give it to me

Throw the track to massacre it

I change you so much the flow doesn't know where it goes

throwing up stupid letters

None of you compare

Oh have mercy Christ, please have mercy

From everyone who looks at me badly

From to' the one who wishes me bad

Oh have mercy Christ, please have mercy

Guide them well in the dark

If you wish me bad, it multiplies

They don't want me to win

Let it be nice on Saturdays

They throw me the bad and I

I'm still above that's what hurts them

(It hurts, it hurts)

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They throw me the bad and everything

They don't want me to win but they are my plans

They want me to shed tears

They want me to hang in the book of life

But I will pass the exam

They bother to see me going up

And I see them decaying

They don't want to record with the baby because I walk them

And it's something that I understand

The new girl's baby arrived and her sole is always new

We keep traveling the world hurts who hurts

It hurts who hurts

Don't come to me with a border

Don't come to me with a cut

That even my DJ and my showgirl have more stamps in their passport

They don't want me to win, no

Let it be nice on Saturdays

They throw me the bad and I

I'm still above that's what hurts them

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They throw me the bad and

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They don't want me to win, no

They throw me the bad and

(they throw me the bad)