Daddy Yankee, me!
Cangri!
The Homerunners, me!
DJ Urba!
Let's go for the rumba!
Zumba! Zumba!
Don't get tired, don't stop them
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing, don't stop
Don't get tired, don't stop yales don't stop
Don't get tired, yales don't stop
Don't get tired, keep dancing and don't stop
Don't get tired, start dancing, yales don't stop
Don't get tired , yales don't stop
Yankee sang
The girl danced
And everyone raised their hands
Yankee sang
The girl danced
And everyone raised the hand
Your beautiful body
To dance reggae
If you use it
Don't drop it
Your body is beautiful
To dance reggae
If that's how you use it
Don't let it fall
Don't get tired, and they don't stop
Don't get tired, give it a try and don't stop
Don't get tired, give it a try , yales don't stop
Don't get tired, yales don't stop
Don't get tired, yales don't stop dance, yales don't stop
Don't get tired, yales don't stop
For my girl
When I dance the best
For my girl
She controls herself, I don't know pray
That's Yankee, is the live champion'a
That's Yankee with reggaeton'a style
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Yes, yes, yes
Come here
Come dance
Don't get tired, and they don't stop
Don't get tired, start dancing and don't stop
Don't be Don't get tired, give them the dance, don't stop them
Don't get tired, don't let them stop
Don't get tired, don't let them stop
Don't get tired, give them the dance and don't stop
No If you get tired, start dancing, don't stop them
Don't get tired, don't stop them
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
Oh, no
br/>Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
Yankee,
If you want to go to war
Let's go to 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
My temperature rises
You count and swear
Yes I catch them in my madness
Yankee assures it
Theirs are already safe
If I look for them and they don't appear
Voltio doesn't hurry
But my guns want blood
We have to go out and look for a cure
For the children
The abnormal ones have arrived
Pai, ___________ with AK
No one leaves here
Don't slip
When the automatics ring
Go out in El Spokesperson
Picked into plastic bags
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in you, heart
br/>Those in your group
They walk around with a shirt with your photo on it
A lot of cars, a lot of shit
And I'm crazy about them
These tramgalangas come out to hunt me every day
And I am the one who has satellites in all the neighborhoods
I am the one who has control of the radio
Soon they will all pray the rosary to all of you
I go with the chipping-hammer and the abnormal ones
(Voltio!)
Let's see if these bug smellers come out of the caves
I am humble, calm and decent
I sing for the chorillos
And I struggle with everyone 'The people, pa'
But if you lick it I can explode your teeth
Here are Los Cangris
(Daddy Yankee, me!)
Voltio, the madman
To those who look at me
I leave it to God and let him decide
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
Oh, no
Oh, no< br/>There are bullets in your heart
They all want to see me dead at my funeral
And I tell them
Oh, no
Oh, no
There are bullets in your heart
If you want to go to war
Well let's go to war
I always go
Prepared with my gun
Don't make the mistake
Yes They want for war
Well let's go for war
I always go
Prepared with my gun
Don't make the mistake
Yankee's Homerunners!
Julio Voltio!
What happened, consul!
This is what it is!
Yo! Me!
The cangris!