Viviendo Con El Enemigo - Don Omar, Kendo Kapponi

Gente que se ama por pena

Gente que se ama por interes

Hay amores que condenan

Por darle fuego a un corazon de papel

Hay amor sensillo

Que tan solo un detalle le aropa

Y hay amores viciosos que solo se buscan despues de unas copas

Amores que son tan fragil, que tan solo una palabra le hacen pedazos

Y hay amores en guerra en campo abierto y si nadie a muerto

Pienso yo que tal vez ese sea nuestro caso

(Jajajaja)

Don Oye

Te voy a decir como es que se vive en casa

En guerra pero rico atiende

Vivo en casa con mi enemigo

Y nunca conversamos si no hay discusion

Un dia de estos se matan dicen los vecinos

No entienden que en guerra se vive mejor

Vivo en casa con mi enemigo

Y nunca conversamos si no hay discusion

Un dia de estos se matan dicen los vecinos

No entienden que en guerra se vive mejor

Yo no se si gritar en timbre normal

A la hora de hablar pero se que le da

Ese toque especial a la casa

De una academia militar

Sera que yo soy un descuidado

O que ella se acuerda demasiado

Sera que siempre esta llena la luna

Por que no me deja pasar ni una

Eso es queja tras queja, la grama esta alta

Bota la basura, aveces me harta y me paro en tribuna

A mi me respetas, y me bajas el flow

Vecinos alerta que comienza el show

(Diablo Kendo

People who love each other out of sorrow

People who love each other for interest

There are loves that condemn

For giving fire to a paper heart

There is simple love

That only one detail clothes him

And there are vicious loves that are only sought after a few drinks

Loves that are so fragile, that just one word can tear them to pieces

And there are loves at war in the open field and if no one has died

I think maybe that's our case

(LOL)

Mr. Hey

I'm going to tell you how it is to live at home

At war but rich attends

I live at home with my enemy

And we never talk if there is no discussion

One of these days they will kill each other say the neighbors

They do not understand that in war you live better

I live at home with my enemy

And we never talk if there is no discussion

One of these days they will kill each other say the neighbors

They do not understand that in war you live better

I don't know whether to shout in normal bell

At the time of talking but I know what gives

That special touch to the house

from a military academy

It could be that I am careless

Or that she remembers too much

It will be that the moon is always full

Because she does not let me pass even one

That's complaint after complaint, the grass is high

Throw away the trash, sometimes I get fed up and stand on the podium

You respect me, and you lower my flow

Neighbors alert that the show begins

(Devil Kendo