No Te Canses, El Funeral - Daddy Yankee, Julio Voltio

Cangri!

Los Homerunners, yo!

DJ Urba!

Vamos pa' la rumba!

Zumba!

Zumba!

Dice!

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, dale al baile y no paren

No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, dale al baile y no paren

No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

Yankee canto

La nena bailo

Y todo el mundo levanto la mano

Yankee canto

La nena bailo

Y todo el mundo levanto la mano

Tu cuerpo hermoso

Para bailar el reggae

Si lo usas

No lo dejes caer

Tu cuerpo es hermoso

Para bailar el reggae

Si así lo usas

No lo dejes caer

So,

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, dale al baile y no paren

No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, dale al baile y no paren

No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

Jua!

Para mi chica

Cuando baile la mejor’a

Jua!

Para mi chica

Se controla, no señora

Jua!

Ese es Yankee, is the live champion’a

Jua!

Ese es Yankee con estilo reggaeton’a

Si, si, si

Ven acá

Ven a bailar

Si, si, si

Ven acá

Ven a bailar

Si, si, si

Ven acá

Ven a bailar

Si, si, si

Ven acá

Ven a bailar

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, dale al baile y no paren

No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

No te canses, dale al baile y no paren

No te canses, dale al baile, yales no paren

No te canses, yales no paren

Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral

Y yo le digo

No

Oh, no

Oh, no

Hay balas en ti corazón

Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral

Y yo le digo

No

Oh, no

Oh, no

Hay balas en ti corazón

Yankee,

Si quieres pa' la guerra

Vamos pa' la guerra

Ya no comas mierda

La calle esta llena de tierra

La calle esta dura

Me obligan andar con algo en la cintura

Cuando hay nebuleo

Sube mi temperatura

Tú cuenta y jura

Que si yo los pillo en mi locura

Yankee lo asegura

Ya la de ellos esta segura

Si los busco y no aparecen

Voltio no se apura

Pero mis pistolas quieren sangre

Hay que salir a buscar la cura

Pa' los nenes

Llegaron los anormales

Pai, ___________ con AK

De aquí nadie sale

No se resbalen

Cuando suenen las automáticas

Salgan en «El Vocero»

Picaos en bolsas plásticas

Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral

Y yo le digo

No

Oh, no

Oh, no

Hay balas en ti corazón

Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral

Y yo le digo

No

Oh, no

Oh, no

Hay balas en ti corazón

Yo!

Los de tu corillo

Andan con una camisa con tu foto

Mucho carro, mucha mierda

Y los tengo loco

Estos trangalangas salen a cazarme a diario

Y yo soy el que tengo satélites en todos los barrios

Yo soy el que tiene el control de la radio

Pronto a todos ustedes le rezaran el rosario

Ando con los chipping-hammer y los anormales

(Voltio!)

A ver si de las cuevas estos huelebichos salen

Soy humilde, tranquilo y decente

Canto pa' los corillos

Y brego con to' la gente, pa'

Pero si te lambes te puedo explotar los dientes

Aquí están Los Cangris

(Daddy Yankee, yo!)

Voltio, el demente

A los velagüira

A los que se me viran

A los que mal me miran

A los que a fuego tiran

A los que conspiran

Contra mi vida

Se lo dejo a Dios y que el lo decida

(So!)

Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral

Y yo le digo

No

Oh, no

Oh, no

Hay balas en ti corazón

Me quieren ver muerto todos ellos en mi funeral

Y yo le digo

No

Oh, no

Oh, no

Hay balas en ti corazón

Si quieren pa' la guerra

Pues vamos pa' la guerra

Ando siempre yo

Preparado con mi gun

No cometas el error

Si quieren pa' la guerra

Pues vamos pa' la guerra

Ando siempre yo

Preparado con mi gun

No cometas el error

Yo!

Los Homerunners de Yankee!

Yo!

Julio Voltio!

Que paso, cónsul!

Esto es lo que hay!

Yo!

Yo!

Los cangris!

crab!

The Homerunners, me!

DJ Urban!

Let's go to the rumba!

Zumba!

Zumba!

He says!

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop

Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop

Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

yankee sing

the girl danced

And everyone raised their hands

yankee sing

the girl danced

And everyone raised their hands

your beautiful body

to dance reggae

if you use it

Do not let him fall

Your body is beautiful

to dance reggae

if so you use it

Do not let him fall

SW,

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop

Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop

Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Whoa!

for my girl

When the best dance

Whoa!

for my girl

It is controlled, no ma'am

Whoa!

That is Yankee, he is the live champion'a

Whoa!

That's Yankee with reggaeton'a style

Yes Yes Yes

Come here

Come to dance

Yes Yes Yes

Come here

Come to dance

Yes Yes Yes

Come here

Come to dance

Yes Yes Yes

Come here

Come to dance

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop

Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

Don't get tired, hit the dance and don't stop

Don't get tired, give the dance, and don't stop

Don't get tired, and don't stop

They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral

and I tell him

Do not

Oh no

Oh no

There are bullets in your heart

They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral

and I tell him

Do not

Oh no

Oh no

There are bullets in your heart

Yankee,

If you want for the war

Let's go to the war

don't eat shit anymore

The street is full of dirt

the street is hard

They force me to walk with something on my waist

When there is fog

raise my temperature

You account and swear

What if I catch them in my madness

yankee ensures it

Theirs is already safe

If I look for them and they don't appear

Voltio does not hurry

But my guns want blood

You have to go out and find the cure

for the kids

The freaks have arrived

Pai, ___________ with AK

No one leaves here

don't slip

When the automatics sound

Come out in "El Vocero"

Chopped in plastic bags

They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral

and I tell him

Do not

Oh no

Oh no

There are bullets in your heart

They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral

and I tell him

Do not

Oh no

Oh no

There are bullets in your heart

I!

Those of your corillo

They walk around with a shirt with your picture

A lot of car, a lot of shit

And I have them crazy

These trangalangas come out to hunt me daily

And I'm the one with satellites in every neighborhood

I'm the one in control of the radio

Soon all of you will pray the rosary

I walk with the chipping-hammer and the abnormal

(Volt!)

Let's see if these smelly bugs come out of the caves

I am humble, calm and decent

I sing for the corillos

And I fight with all the people, pa'

But if you lick yourself I can blow your teeth

Here are the Cangris

(Daddy Yankee, me!)

Voltio, the madman

To the Velaguiras

To those who turn to me

To those who look at me badly

To those who throw fire

To those who conspire

against my life

He left it to God and let him decide

(SW!)

They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral

and I tell him

Do not

Oh no

Oh no

There are bullets in your heart

They want to see me dead all of them at my funeral

and I tell him

Do not

Oh no

Oh no

There are bullets in your heart

If they want for the war

Well let's go to war

I always go

ready with my gun

don't make the mistake

If they want for the war

Well let's go to war

I always go

ready with my gun

don't make the mistake

I!

The Yankee Homerunners!

I!

Julius Volt!

What happened, consul!

This is what it is!

I!

I!

The crabs!