Текст и перевод песни Maria Becerra - Roast Yourself Challenge (Especial 2 Millones)

Roast Yourself Challenge (Especial 2 Millones)

Hola locuras, pero que saludo de mierda
Te querés copiar de Yuya y te sale para la verga
Todavía sos una nena, mejor termina el colegio
No sabes ni sumar y te das ese privilegio
Soy la turra del bigote, enseñame a afeitarme
Eso es lo que vos decís, para menospreciarme
Pero te informo, no podés desvalorizarme,
Valgo más que un p*to hater que se sienta a criticarme
Bienvenidos
Esta es Maria la raqueta
La que no tiene ni culo, ni teta
Subió el tag del reggaeton pa' mostrar lo poco que tiene
Pobre eso de ser plana se ve que está en los genes
Tus vídeos no dan risa, dedicate a cantar
¡Ah no para!, si no podés ni afinar
Cerrando tu canal nos estás haciendo un favor
Deja de dar tanto cringe, te lo pido por favor
Tu contenido me parece una bazofia
Ya tenemo' a Mica Suarez pa' queremo' a la copia
No es mi culpa que seas tan miserable
Que tengas que criticarme pa' sentir que sos alguien
Mirala a la youtuber critiquemo' a la bobita
Segui comentando mientras yo cuento mi guita
(Mi guita, mi guita, mi guita)
(Aah)
Quisiste ser artista, adaptate a la crítica
Segui criticando que yo me vuelvo más mítica
(Mítica, mítica, mítica)
(Aah)
Estás muy arriba, te crees que sos gigante
Vos estás ahí mientras yo sueno en los parlantes
(Con estilo y desempeñó, a los giles les enseño)
(No te admiro, ni te copio, brillo con estilo propio)
Con tus ridiculeces, ya me estás agotando
Vamo' a ver después de todo quien termina ganando
Quien termina ganando
(Quien termina triunfando)
Suenan las campanas, Becerra llegó tu hora
¿Que vas a hacer, te quedaste sin ideas ahora?
Me senté, y me puse a escribir esta letra
No tuve que esforzarme, que diría un hater de mierda
No da gracia, no cantas
Lo único que hacés, es copiar
Cero originalidad
Te falta creatividad
Muchos me bardean y se me hacen los matones
Vengan a hablarme cuando tenga más de dos millones
Mirala a la youtuber critiquemo' a la bobita
Segui comentando mientras yo cuento mi guita
(Mi guita, mi guita, mi guita)
(Aah)
Quisiste ser artista, adaptate a la crítica
Segui criticando que yo me vuelvo más mítica
(Mítica, mítica, mítica)
(Aah)
Estás muy arriba, te crees que sos gigante
Vos estás ahí mientras yo sueno en los parlantes
(Parlantes, parlantes, parlantes)
Con tus ridiculeces, ya me estás agotando
Vamo' a ver después de todo quien termina ganando
Quien termina ganando
Quien termina triunfando

Roast Yourself Challenge (Especial 2 Million)

Hey there, you crazy kids, but what a crappy greeting
You want to copy Yuya and you fail miserably
You're still a child, better finish school
You can't even add and you give yourself that privilege
I'm the mustache lady, teach me how to shave
That's what you say to put me down
But let me tell you, you can't devalue me,
I'm worth more than a f*cking hater who sits around criticizing me
Welcome
This is Maria the racket
The one with no ass, no tits
She uploaded the reggaeton tag to show how little she has
Poor girl, being flat must be in her genes
Your videos aren't funny, stick to singing
Oh no, wait, you can't even sing in tune
Closing your channel would be doing us a favor
Stop being so cringe, I beg you
I find your content to be trash
We already have Mica Suarez, we don't need a copy
It's not my fault you're so miserable
That you have to criticize me to feel like you're somebody
Look at the YouTuber criticizing the newbie
Keep commenting while I count my money
(My money, my money, my money)
(Aah)
You wanted to be an artist, so get used to criticism
Keep criticizing and I'll become even more legendary
(Legendary, legendary, legendary)
(Aah)
You're so full of yourself, you think you're a giant
You're there while I'm playing on the speakers
(With style and performance, I teach the fools)
(I don't admire you, nor do I copy you, I shine with my own style)
Your ridiculousness is wearing me down
Let's see who ends up winning after all
Who ends up winning
(Who ends up triumphing)
The bells are ringing, Becerra your time has come
What are you going to do, are you out of ideas now?
I sat down and wrote these lyrics
I didn't have to try hard, what would a hater say
Not funny, you can't sing
All you do is copy
Zero originality
You lack creativity
Many criticize me and think they're tough guys
Come talk to me when you have over two million
Look at the YouTuber criticizing the newbie
Keep commenting while I count my money
(My money, my money, my money)
(Aah)
You wanted to be an artist, so get used to criticism
Keep criticizing and I'll become even more legendary
(Legendary, legendary, legendary)
(Aah)
You're so full of yourself, you think you're a giant
You're there while I'm playing on the speakers
(Speakers, speakers, speakers)
Your ridiculousness is wearing me down
Let's see who ends up winning after all
Who ends up winning
Who ends up triumphing