Translation of the song lyrics No Quieren Que Gane - Justin Quiles

No Quieren Que Gane (original)

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)

(translation)

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)