Con Mi Reggae Muero - Wisin Y Yandel

Una mujer me pregunta

Por que canto reggae?

Porque soy rapero no le caigo bien

Como ganar yo con esa mujer

Me tiene pensando

Y no se que hacer

Voy paso a paso

Vuelvo a preguntar

Por que ella mi reggae no quiere bailar

Me contesta por que hablan vulgar

Sin cojones t me tienes

Mujeres hay de mas

Con mi reggae muero

No quiero parar de bailar

Con el yo muero

Quiero que el corillo me grite «Bellaqueo!»

No quiero parar de bailar

Vamoa al perreo, hey…

Con mi reggae muero

No quiero parar de bailar

Con el yo muero

Quiero que el corillo me grite «Bellaqueo!»

No quiero parar de bailar

Vamoa al perreo, hey…

(Hola, bebe!)

(Hola, bebe!)

(Hola, bebe!)

Hola, bebe

No te caigo bien?

Porque los raperos Wisin y Yandel

Dicen verdades

Que hay mujeres que van detrs de oportunidades

Y detrs del inters

Y como ves, ya me entere

Que te gustan los placeres

Y que virgen no eres

Pero pgate si de esto quieres

Me dijeron que brava no eres

Y rpido te vienes

Y que si te rapeo primero y tengo dinero te vas…

Y ms me vas a pedir

Por que tu novio me importa un pito

Montate en el carro pa' llevarte a lo infinito

En el camino, te dar besitos, el braciel te quito

Wisin esnu' se ve mas bonito

Me entere que tu novio es surferito

Medio farifito

Y que coge olas

Dile que me coja a mi las bolas

No mete fecas ese rockerito…

Con mi reggae muero

No quiero parar de bailar

Con el yo muero

Quiero que el corillo me grite «Bellaqueo!»

No quiero parar de bailar

Vamoa al perreo, hey…

Con mi reggae muero

No quiero parar de bailar

Con el yo muero

Quiero que el corillo me grite «Bellaqueo!»

No quiero parar de bailar

Vamoa al perreo, hey…

Este rapero vende ms que un merenguero y que un salsero

Que te pasa, nena, te crees que esto es feca

En la escuela de raperos yo doy beca

Yo se que tu conmigo pecas

Y si te mojas

Wisin te seca

Me entiendes, mueca?

Oye, coqueta pa' mi que tu no respetas

Lo tuyo es caona

Te voy hacer una encerrona

Y te voy a llevar para mi cama

Y hasta por la maana

Pa' ver si tu razonas

Toma, pa' que te acuerdes de mi

Toma, toma, pa' que te acuerdes mi

Y te recuerdes de DJ Blass y Wisin

Con mi reggae muero

No quiero parar de bailar

Con el yo muero

Quiero que el corillo me grite «Bellaqueo!»

No quiero parar de bailar

Vamoa al perreo, hey…

Con mi reggae muero

No quiero parar de bailar

Con el yo muero

Quiero que el corillo me grite «Bellaqueo!»

No quiero parar de bailar

Vamoa al perreo, hey…

a woman asks me

Why do I sing reggae?

Because I'm a rapper, he doesn't like me

How can I win with that woman?

she got me thinking

And I do not know what to do

I go step by step

I ask again

because she doesn't want to dance my reggae

She answers me because they speak vulgar

no balls you have me

Women there are more

With my reggae I die

I don't want to stop dancing

With him I die

I want the group to yell at me "Bellaqueo!"

I don't want to stop dancing

Let's go to the perreo, hey...

With my reggae I die

I don't want to stop dancing

With him I die

I want the group to yell at me "Bellaqueo!"

I don't want to stop dancing

Let's go to the perreo, hey...

(Hi babe!)

(Hi babe!)

(Hi babe!)

Hi babe

You do not like me?

Because the rappers Wisin and Yandel

They tell truths

That there are women who go after opportunities

And behind the interest

And as you can see, I already found out

that you like pleasures

And what a virgin you are not

But pay if you want this

They told me that you are not brave

and quickly you come

And if I rap you first and I have money, you go...

And you are going to ask me more

Because I don't give a damn about your boyfriend

Get on the car to take you to infinity

Along the way, I'll give you little kisses, I'll take the braciel from you

Wisin esnu' looks prettier

I found out that your boyfriend is a surfer

half farifito

and that catches waves

tell him to fuck my balls

That little rocker doesn't screw up...

With my reggae I die

I don't want to stop dancing

With him I die

I want the group to yell at me "Bellaqueo!"

I don't want to stop dancing

Let's go to the perreo, hey...

With my reggae I die

I don't want to stop dancing

With him I die

I want the group to yell at me "Bellaqueo!"

I don't want to stop dancing

Let's go to the perreo, hey...

This rapper sells more than a merengue player and a salsero

What's wrong with you, baby, do you think this is feca

In the school of rappers I give a scholarship

I know that you sin with me

And if you get wet

Wisin you dry

Do you understand me, doll?

Hey, coquette for me that you don't respect

yours is caona

I'm going to lock you up

And I'm going to take you to my bed

And even in the morning

To see if you reason

Here, so that you remember me

Take, take, so that you remember me

And you remember DJ Blass and Wisin

With my reggae I die

I don't want to stop dancing

With him I die

I want the group to yell at me "Bellaqueo!"

I don't want to stop dancing

Let's go to the perreo, hey...

With my reggae I die

I don't want to stop dancing

With him I die

I want the group to yell at me "Bellaqueo!"

I don't want to stop dancing

Let's go to the perreo, hey...