No Hago Coro (feat. Ghettospm y Nino Freestyle)

I don't sing along with anyone
I'm always in my own world
I'm tired of the fake ones
Of so many betrayals and so much crap (Farru!)
I don't mess with anyone, eh
It's all damn hypocrisy
That's why you envy me
Because I'm real and the one above takes care of me

(The Authority)
I don't run with anyone (no)
And much less, walk with the opposites (never)
I was born in a neighborhood where betrayals are in fashion
I know it's all for personal gain for anyone who shows up
They bring L, but not for Loyalty, but for Suck-ups
I'm the one who sets the rules, I keep my distance
If I greet you, it's out of politeness, don't get too comfortable
I deviate, it's not that I'm hurt
But I put the same number of bullets in the comb as friends I trust
Oh, are they mine and do they feel the hypocrisy?
You keep standing at thirty, I'm going to move to three hundred
I love peace, but I'm addicted to problems (did you get it?)
Since my life is worth the grams my chain has
That's pathetic, do they have more than me and still envy me? (envy me)
They hate me and they get mad, they cover up their dema (rats)
They're hypocrites, but what bothers me the most
Is that if they're so two-faced, at least use two masks
Say it all, Farru

I don't sing along with anyone
I'm always in my own world
I'm tired of the fake ones
Of so many betrayals and so much crap (indicates, Nino, what's up?)
I don't sing along with anyone, eh
I'm always in my own world (we're always on the move, bastard)
I'm fed up with the fake ones
Of so many betrayals (we're all set up), and so much crap

Farru!

I always do good without looking at who
They talk shit, I know
That's why I ignore them, even if they're looking for trouble
Shut your mouth, it smells like bullshit
They're like fake Yeezys, not even Kanye knows them
I was raised with ethics, with a gangster code
The street that stumbles and no one moves forward
Thank God that I was given the gift of singing
Because if it weren't like that, I doubt you could handle it
The pressure from Villa Verde to Bayamón
Not from the liver, nor the stomach, here we did it with heart
I don't care what they've said about me
What happens, bastards, is that I don't suck anyone's dick
Farru!

I don't sing along with anyone
I'm always in my own world
I'm tired of the fake ones
Of so many betrayals and so much crap
I don't mess with anyone, eh
It's all damn hypocrisy
(Okay; we're in our own world, bastard)
That's why you envy me
Because I'm real and the one above takes care of me
(Don't go looking for sound)

Okay
The Authority
Farru!
Nino, Nino
Farruko
What's up, Nino?
From DR and PR to the world, not just talk
The neighborhoods and projects are active
You know
Active, and says
Me, hey
January 26, blessings
Bayamón in the house
The neighborhood where we grew up and it's not just talk
We always represent
Villa Verde and San Carlo in the house
Ocean Music
Three Seven Music
Jhon Neon
Ghetto
Chekina Reality
Sharo Towers
K4G
Frank Miami
Carbon Fiber Music
The damn label
Tapia The Hitman
Tell me, White Star
Laramercy gang
Farru!