La Rockera - Wisin Y Yandel

Nunca he conocido una mujer como ella…

Ojos hermosos, parecen dos estrellas…

La mire bien y era toda una doncella…

…pero Blass…

Muchacho…

Que bellaquera tenia

Estaba lucia

En cosas de sexo puede dar tutoria

Llena de energia

No va con la sangria

Y entre cara y pipa mas de diez cirugias

No y me dio una letania

Movia la cabeza con simpatia

No se si era el ron o una mania

Me dijo que jangueaba con la tia

Y que en Nueva York le hacian orgias

Y ahi llego la monotonia

Y hablamos de economia

El pai tenia una joyeria

Una barberia, y era policia

«Mira caripela’o, que tu haces

Hablando con mi hija!

Usted no se abochorna?»

«Mira señor oficial…

Si yo no 'taba haciendo na' mi hermano…

'toy con su hija tratando…»

«Eh!

A mi no me diga hermano!

Que yo no soy hermano suyo, so pendejo!

Pegase a la pared ahi, pegase a la pared!»

«Tranquilo, pero mira… que paso?!»

La nena que yo veo

En la disco en un carro convertible

Actitud flexible y riza visibles

Me le pego,

«Buenas noches"y me dice

«Yo soy invisible.»

«Esta es loca?

Imposible!»

Pero en un momento dado yo me senti preparado

Para en la disco hablar con esa tipa rara

Pantallas en la cara

Y para rolear en su bolsillos luces de bengalas

La tipa no era mala, y en una se resbala

Y hacia el baño me señala

Le dije enseguida

«Vamos pa' afuera, pa' que

Cogas aire en la cara.»

Monta en el carro, sata

Arranco, y enseguida ella me dice

«Para»

Me trepo en la acera, «Vomita afuera.»

Y me dijo «Mira loco apagate eso

Que yo soy rockera.»

«Ah, tu eres rockera?

Es que yo no sabia, mami, en verdad.»

«Blass, estas listo alla en la guitarra?

Sigueme!

One, two, three, four!»

Oye chula, disimula

Con la mente te estimula

Se ve que en la cama tu relinchas como una mula

Se ve que en la cama tu puedes con dos

A ti te gusta el rock,

Pero a mi me gusta el reggaeton

Lento el el alimento

La chica hace movimiento

Yo no miento al decir que esto es una moda

La lady se acomoda y en la barra busca una soda

Y hasta en mi boda quiero reggaeton

Y la musica, el corillo, la mision

El rumbon, en la barra mucho ron

De cervezas un dron

Y DJ Blass con mucho reggaeton-ton-ton

Mucho reggae-reggae-reggae-ton-ton-ton

Reggae-reggae-ton-ton

Mucho reggae-reggae-ton-ton

«Diablo, le meto bien cabron.»

I have never met a woman like her...

Beautiful eyes, they look like two stars...

I looked at her well and she was quite a maiden...

...but Blass...

Young guy…

that she bellaquera she had

she was lucent

In things of sex she can give tutoring

full of energy

She does not go with the sangria

And between face and pipe more than ten surgeries

No and she gave me a litany

He shook his head sympathetically

I don't know if she was the rum or a mania

She told me that she hung out with her aunt

And that in New York she had orgies

And there came the monotony

And we talk about economics

The country had a jewelry store

A barbershop, and she was a policeman

"Look caripela'o, what are you doing

Talking with my daughter!

Aren't you embarrassed?"

"Look Mr. Officer...

If I wasn't 'doing anything' my brother…

'I play with his daughter trying to… »

"Hey!

Don't call me brother!

That I'm not his brother, stupid!

Stick to the wall there, stick to the wall!”

«Calm down, but look… what happened?!»

the girl i see

At the disco in a convertible car

Flexible attitude and visible curls

I hit him,

"Good night" and she tells me

"I am invisible."

"This is crazy?

Impossible!"

But at a given moment I felt ready

To talk to that weird girl at the disco

Screens on the face

And to roll in her pockets of her sparklers

The girl was not bad, and in one she slips

And towards the bathroom she points to me

I told him right away

"Let's go outside, so what

Take a deep breath in your face.”

Get in the car, sata

I start, and right away she tells me

"For"

She climbed me on the sidewalk, "Pumit outside."

And she told me "Look crazy turn that off

That I am a rocker.»

«Ah, are you a rocker?

It's that I didn't know, mommy, really."

"Blass, are you ready over there on the guitar?

follow me!

One, two, three, four!”

Hey cool, hide

With the mind it stimulates you

It is seen that in bed you neigh like a mule

It is seen that in bed you can handle two

You like rock,

But I like reggaeton

Slow the food

The girl makes a move

I'm not lying when I say that this is a fad

The lady sits down and at the bar she looks for a soda

And even at my wedding I want reggaeton

And the music, the group, the mission

The rumbon, in the bar a lot of rum

Of beers a drone

And DJ Blass with a lot of reggaeton-ton-ton

A lot of reggae-reggae-reggae-ton-ton-ton

Reggae-reggae-ton-ton

A lot of reggae-reggae-ton-ton

"Devil, I put a good motherfucker in him."