Paroles et traduction Justin Quiles - No quieren que gane

No quieren que gane

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 yo

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
Ni pa donde vomitando letras escupidas ninguno ustedes se compara
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
Tu 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
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 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 por qué los paseo
Y es cosa que entiendo
Llego el nene de la nueva y siempre esta 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 yo

They Don't Want Me to Win

They don't want me to win
That I go out looking pretty on Saturdays
They throw malice at me
And I keep rising above it, 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 hate at me, and I

They don't want me to win, no
But I'm fast as lightning
I've been in the game for a long time
And it's time to take it, baby
Drop the track to massacre it
I change my flow so much,
They don't know what hit them. Spitting lyrics, none of you compare
Oh, have mercy, Christ, please you
Have mercy on all who look at me wrong
On all who wish me ill
Oh, have mercy, Christ, please
You have mercy, guide them well in the darkness
If you wish me ill, it will be multiplied
They don't want me to win
That I go out looking pretty on Saturdays
They throw malice at me, and I keep rising above it, 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 hate at me, and

They don't want me to win, but it's my plan
They want me to shed tears
They want me to hang myself in the book of life
But I will pass the exam
It bothers them to see me rising
And I see them falling
They don't want to record with the boy because I show them up
And it's something I understand
Here comes the boy of the new, and it's always new
We keep traveling the world
The world hurts whoever it hurts
Whoever it hurts
Don't come to me with a frown
Don't come to me with a cut
Even my DJ and my backup singer have more stamps in their passports

They don't want me to win, no
That I go out looking pretty on Saturdays
They throw malice at me, and I
Keep rising above it, 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 hate at me, and I