Sensación - Wisin Y Yandel, Tony Dize

El artista del momento!

Tony Dize!

Hey, chula!

Yo que tu me abrocho el cinturón!

'W' con Yandel!

Tony Dize!

Bailar con ella es una sensación terrible

Es como si chambeara un rifle

No hay quien le tumbe el vuelo

Bailar con ella es una sensación terrible

Es como si chambeara un rifle

No hay quien le tumbe el vuelo

Ella se vuelve loca con el escarceo

Ella no se asusta si yo chambeo

Le tiro la mía sin titubeo

Ella cacotea, y yo cacoteo

Y ahora chambea, chambea, chambea

Que esta noche hay pelea

Chambea, chambea, chambea

A la gatita y sopletea

Bailar con ella es una sensación terrible

Es como si chambeara un rifle

No hay quien le tumbe el vuelo

Bailar con ella es una sensación terrible

Es como si chambeara un rifle

No hay quien le tumbe el vuelo

Voltéate, tírate

Échame el brazo

Pega tus caderas contra mí

Mátame, tírate

Dale apriétame

Mírame a la cara con ganas

Tírame, tócame

Pégate bailando

Maquíname

Sudando revuélcate

Suéltate, mátame esta sed

Si chambean y sopletean

Mami, tranquila (Woof!)

Usted sabe que yo soy el killa'

Modélame, chula, pa' alimentar la pupila

Usted pone la pasión, yo pongo el tequila

Ella es media changa-changa

Se la saca de la manga

Nota ahora cuando esta en tanga

Que 'ta alante, que nunca se enfanga

Pendiente a 'W' pa' irse de pachanga

Bailar con ella es una sensación terrible

Es como si chambeara un rifle

No hay quien le tumbe el vuelo

Bailar con ella es una sensación terrible

Es como si chambeara un rifle

No hay quien le tumbe el vuelo

Tony Dize!

Pa' que ronque!

Tony Dize!

Pa' que conozcan otra parte de mi!

Naldo!

Tiny!

Estos fueron Wisin y Yandel!

Y Tony Dize!

Pa’l mundo entero!

(«Pa'l Mundo»!)

(Duro!)

Luny Tunes!

The artist of the moment!

Tony Says!

Hey cool!

I that you fasten my seat belt!

'W' with Yandel!

Tony Says!

Dancing with her is a terrible feeling

It's like she chamfered a rifle

There is no one to knock down the flight

Dancing with her is a terrible feeling

It's like she chamfered a rifle

There is no one to knock down the flight

She goes crazy with the foreplay

She is not scared if I chambeo

I throw mine without hesitation

She crows, and I crow

And now chambea, chambea, chambea

That tonight there is a fight

Chambea, chambea, chambea

To the kitten and blowtorch

Dancing with her is a terrible feeling

It's like she chamfered a rifle

There is no one to knock down the flight

Dancing with her is a terrible feeling

It's like she chamfered a rifle

There is no one to knock down the flight

turn around, throw yourself

give me your arm

press your hips against me

kill me, throw yourself

give me squeeze

Look me in the face with desire

pull me touch me

stick dancing

machine me

sweating wallow

Let go, kill this thirst

If they chambean and blow

Mommy, calm down (Woof!)

You know I'm the killa'

Model me, chula, to feed the pupil

You provide the passion, I provide the tequila

She is half changa-changa

She pulls it out of her sleeve

Notice now when she's in a thong

She who's ahead, that she never gets muddy

Pending 'W' pa' to go to pachanga

Dancing with her is a terrible feeling

It's like she chamfered a rifle

There is no one to knock down the flight

Dancing with her is a terrible feeling

It's like she chamfered a rifle

There is no one to knock down the flight

Tony Says!

Why snore!

Tony Says!

So that they know another part of me!

Naldo!

Tiny!

These were Wisin and Yandel!

And Tony Dize!

For the whole world!

("To the World"!)

(Lasted!)

Monday Tunes!