HATERS - Wes Walker & Dyl

Se hace fácil criticar y odiar Sin mirarse a uno mismo Si te juzgan sin hablar, respirá Es mejor ser distinto Ese veneno que das, volverá Loca, vacía, alma de cristal ¿Por qué, mejor, no abrirte a amar? Triste tu vida, deja de llorar Mi camino es el amor Hacé el tuyo, por favor Mi camino es el amor Hacé el tuyo, por favor Tus palabras de metal, lastiman Y me siento una extraña Esa bronca sin razón, frustración ¿Por qué yo he de pagarla? Ese veneno que das, volverá Loca, vacía, alma de cristal ¿Por qué, mejor, no abrirte a amar? Triste tu vida, deja de llorar Mi camino es el amor Hacé el tuyo, por favor (por favor) Mi camino es el amor Hacé el tuyo, por favor ¿Quién te va a juzgar si nadie es perfecto? Todos necesitan algo de afecto ¿Quién te va a juzgar si nadie es perfecto? Todos necesitan algo de afecto Quiero estar en paz, sentirme tranquila Déjame brillar, seguir con mi vida Ese veneno que das, volverá Loca, vacía, alma de cristal ¿Por qué, mejor, no abrirte a amar? Triste tu vida, deja de llorar Mi camino es el amor Hacé el tuyo, por favor Mi camino es el amor Hacé el tuyo, por favor

Jordan Belfort Jordan Belfort I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I'm flipping these birds Sipping on Ciroc, trip em up with the words I just popped a molly and I think this be my third Jordan Belfort Jordan Belfort I been getting dirty money Jordan Belfort Stacking penny stocks while I'm flipping these birds I just flipped a birdy, Money so dirty Got my bitch a mink, furry like Furby Came up made a milly, spent it on a rollie Stackin gouda, feta, chedda cheese 'n' ravioli Or maybe fettuccine, dirty martini Imma fuck yo bitch, call me Houdini Drivin' Lamborghini, yo ho in a bikini Eight bottles to the neck, three wishes from a genie Benjamin ain't dirty, but these Franklins be filthy Always going to court but im never pleadin' guilty Ballin' so hard I only be slam dunkin' Beat steady rockin' and the trunk straight thumpin' I be ridin' foreign pourin' merlot while I swerve Pedal to the medal when im whippin' round the curve Rollin up this marijuana you can smell the herb And I be getting all this lettuce and I ain't talkin' iceberg Jordan Belfort, Burberry shirt LV loafers on my sofa in Bel-Air Turnin' up daily cuz we can't turn down at work I been lightin' loud lately Like my volume switch don't work And my cologne is Versace, Medusa got me stoned I'm always high on something But I usually like to smoke We been long time friends, me and Ben Frank Every fucking day he needs a ride home from the bank Muhfucka you dont know me you ain't in my tax section My wallet ain't fat it's in the gym straight flexing I don't call your bitch back and shes checkin' her reception Bitch with double D's she's all up on my erection And I'm in the ovaries but I ain't about affection So easily the sober me just smokes and then forgets them Sometimes this life seems a little stressful Especially when they tell me that I am something special