Текст и перевод песни Lil G "El Menor" - No

No

(Nadie sabe lo que viene)
(Yeeee)

(El nene de los diablos)

Y me dijo que no
Que no iva a seguir
Con el mismo cuento,
Me dijo que no hay espacio
Pa' lamentos, no quiere sufrimiento,
Que de eso se cansó
(Se cansó)
Dice que el amor no va con ella
Esta puesto pal jangueo, las botellas
Pero si supieras, que la intención Mami no era
Dañarte, dime que hago pa'
Repararte, ahora fumo weed
Pa no extrañarte, quisiera devolver
El tiempo de antes
Donde el menor no era cantante,
Y aquí en mi cuarto tocarte,
Al los ojos fijos mirarte, y a los oídos cantarte
Desde aquel entonces que te fuiste,
Todas estas putas me insisten,
Porque no quiero con ninguna,
Estas bicth quieren mi fortuna
Y me dijo que no
Que no iva a seguir
Con el mismo cuento,
Me dijo que no hay espacio
Pa' lamentos, no quiere sufrimiento,
Que de eso se cansó
(Se cansó)
Dice que el amor no va con ella
Esta puesto pal jangueo, las botellas
Pero si supieras, que la intención Mami no era
Dañarte, dime que hago pa'
Repararte, ahora fumo weed
Pa no extrañarte, quisiera devolver
El tiempo de antes
Donde el menor no era cantante,
Y aquí en mi cuarto tocarte,
Al los ojos fijos mirarte, y a los oídos cantarte
Desde aquel entonces que te fuiste,
Todas estas putas me insisten,
Porque no quiero con ninguna,

Estas bicth quieren mi fortuna

No

(Nobody knows what's next)
(Yeah)

(The kid of the devils)

And she told me no
That she wasn't going to continue
With the same story,
She told me that there is no space
For regrets, she doesn't want suffering,
That she's tired of it
(She's tired)
She says that love is not for her
This is for the party, the bottles
But if you only knew, that wasn't my intention, baby
To hurt you, tell me what I do to
Make things right, now I smoke weed
So I don't miss you, I would want to rewind
Time back to before
When the kid was not a singer,
And here in my room touch you,
Look you in the eyes, and sing to your ears
Since then you left,
All these hoes keep bothering me,
Because I don't want to be with anyone,
These bitches want my money
And she told me no
That she wasn't going to continue
With the same story,
She told me that there is no space
For regrets, she doesn't want suffering,
That she's tired of it
(She's tired)
She says that love is not for her
This is for the party, the bottles
But if you only knew, that wasn't my intention, baby
To hurt you, tell me what I do to
Make things right, now I smoke weed
So I don't miss you, I would want to rewind
Time back to before
When the kid was not a singer,
And here in my room touch you,
Look you in the eyes, and sing to your ears
Since then you left,
All these hoes keep bothering me,
Because I don't want to be with anyone,

These bitches want my money