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Escuchar Música folklórica Reitoca Honduras


Letras

Guayaquil (Don Omar)


La vi en Guayaquil, bailando en Santiago
La vi en Guayaquil, bailando en Santiago
Tiene loco a to' los bacanes, como se mueve de lado a lado
Tiene loco a to' los bacanes, como se mueve de lado a lado
Y de lado a lado me vuelve loco
De lado a lado
(Ay, mi morena!)
De lado a lado me vuelve loco
De lado a lado
(Ay, mi morena!)

Y es que el sol de Colombia me alumbre la pena
De que ya no tengo cerca mi morena
Y es que el sol de Colombia me alumbre la pena
De que ya no tengo cerca mi morena
De lado a lado me vuelve loco
De lado a lado
(Ay, mi morena!)
De lado a lado me vuelve loco
De lado a lado
(Ay, mi morena!)

San Jose, Costa Rica
Soñe que iba a amarte
Soñando despierto que no iba a perderte
San Jose, Costa Rica
Soñe que iba a amarte
Soñando despierto que no iba a perderte
De lado a lado me vuelve loco
De lado a lado
(Ay!)
De lado a lado me vuelve
De lado a lado
(Ay!)

La vi en Guayaquil, bailando en Santiago
La vi en Guayaquil, (sabor!) bailando en Santiago

De lado a lado me vuelve loco
De lado a lado
(Ay, mi morena!)
De lado a lado me vuelve loco
De lado a lado
(Toma!)
Y es que el sol de Colombia me alumbre la pena
De que ya no tengo cerca mi morena
Y es que el sol de Colombia me alumbre la pena
De que ya no tengo cerca mi morena

De lado a lado
(Sin miedo!)
De lado a lado
(Bailando!)
De lado a lado
(Aprieta, aprieta!)
De lado a lado
(Aprieta ese juey, Eduardo!)

(Ay, ay, ay...)
La vi en Guayaquil, bailando en Santiago!
Ay, mi morena...
Honduras, Venezuela, Panamá, Argentina!
De lado a lado, brasileiro, de lado a lado, Puerto Rico!
De lado a lado me vuelve loco, de lado a lado! (Ay, mi morena!)
De lado a lado hay pero me vuelve loco, de lado a lado! (Ay, mi morena!)

Fast Car (Featuring Paul Simon) (Joseph Howard & Ida Emerson)


Yeah, this those Jersey boys

I heard a man say Jesus Walks
Me myself I heard Jesus talk
Cause when I heard this beat I felt Jesus force
I heard it through the wire that he made it out the coma
from a fast car, it was a fast car
Yeah~!
Every day is like the wild wild West
Some of us are Bad Boys, some of us are Outlawz
Unsolved mystery, the killer get away
L.A., Vegas at the end of the day
in a fast car, drivin a fast car
Yeah~!

You don't gotta be no billionaire
To get a ticket up to the moon
We all know somebody up there
You need a helpin hand, look up right here
To help you see clearly now
To help you see clearly now
I hope you see clearly now
"AW YEAH!"

What would you do after your bachelor party
In the bar celebratin with all your homies
Go outside and you ready to ride
Then over 51 shots but you ain't ready to die
in your fast car, yeah, in your fast car
Paul Simon, talk to 'em

When that fast car picks you up
You will have no choice
You may hear the tires screamin
But you will have no voice
When that fast car picks you up
You will weep and smile and see
Heaven in the headlights
Mile after mile after mile after mile

E'rybody need some TLC
So she headed to Honduras for some TLC, yeah
Havin fun in Central America
But she was a passenger, never a driver
in that fast car yeah, ridin that fast car
Yeah~!
Sweet sixteen I see her leavin the scene
Crossin the street she won't see 17
Blink of an eye, DWI
Hit and run that's felonies
in a fast car, ridin the fast car
Yeah~!

Rebelde De Hoi! Dia (The Casualties)


Soy rebelde de las calles muy pobre
soy rebelde lo ves en mi boca
soy rebelde tatuajes en mis brazos
soy rebelde las botas que llevo

con la barra los domingos a cantar
con presion y apoyo vamos a ganar

Soy rebelde la manera que hablo
Soy rebelde siempre peliando
Soy rebelde siempre tomando
Soy rebelde siempre cantando

si eres de argentina, chile, bolivia o ecuador
paraguay o venezuela, uruguay o mexico
españa, peru, honduras, colombia, panama
costa rica, nicaragua, el salvador, cuba

Si eres rebelde juntate a mi gente
si eres rebelde en la linea del frente
si eres rebelde grita conmigo
si eres rebelde canta conmigo

No lo olviden Puerto Rico, Dominicanos
Guatemala y los latinos, todo el mundo
este disco canto es con todo el amor
a los latinos que les gusta el punk!

Viva el punk!
canta el punk!

For The Lust Of Money/The Grandz (Sunz Of Man)





** that
We're supposed to be into this together man
You know I'm **in' can't be layin' on me man
Yo I just gave you twenty dollars man
What the ** I just hit you off yesterday wit seventy cent man
Aight I hit you off mo**in' thirty minutes ago
You ain't seen the other shit that that happened and shit
That you was already connected
Yo ** that man I'm tired of hittin' you off man word up
Aight
You know what I'm sayin? You got a idea to get some grands? Huh?
So stop **in' askin' me for money man - word up
You can sell some grams
Grands man I said grands man
You got some grams mo'**a I'll sell you some grams
Man just ** all that man I ain't livin' like that man
I got grams of knowledge what you got man?
Come on I'm tryin' to get money man the positive way
** all that negative shit
Man listen man you gotta get the grand grandz nigga
Who got money for the takin'?

Who got money for the takin'
What?? Sunz of Man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Four of us, about to just spit on this track
True master shit
Word up
Ya'll niggaz move back
Sunz get this money this year

Chorus: Sunz of Man 2X

This be the Sunz of Man jam
Catch it if you can can
Blast this in your house, jail cell, or your Lex land
We got the Benjaminz now we got to see some grand grandz, grand grandz!
Yo Sunz of Man

60 Second Assassin:

Yo check how we charge card manag` a `trois
All on his repertoire fifty-two block
Avoidin' hisself from gettin' shot
Skill a kill any deliver
Matinee track prostitution whole money go get her
Collaborate real rap
From overseas track
Jury cars, heaterz, dime plane tickets
Passports, charge cards, and visas
Shareholders and stock brokers
** pleasers, play ya older
Stop short, oh no you ain't know Sunz sees ya
Under and over, walk soft we tap**
Don't talk Sunz be about this made cash
Flip**certified endorsement
Bobblin' for the playahaters
Loan sharkers and money faders
Non-believers from New York to Massapequa
Hondura to Peurto Rock to Puerto Rica
To gray Caesar's , come greet ya
Risked on this blood clot leaker
The hasta la vista

This be the Sunz of Man (Sunz of Man) What

Chorus: 2X

Prodigal Sunn:

Check the world premiere
I'm loud and clear in ya atmosphere
From Philly to Cali, Crooklyn we show no fear
This be that deep knocker shit
DJ's keep rockin' it
Ain't no stoppin' it
Yo my topic is logic
You may say toxic
But I rain rain from the grain grain
Sustain maintain my name name
In this rap game, I'm out to stack cream like Russel Simmons
I love my black women from Erykah Badu to Robyn Givens
How you livin'?
This crack I'm feelin'
It's blood spillin'
Wildin' in ya crib and four wheelin' a thug villain
** the world dealin'
** the drug dealin'
** the drug dealin'

Hell Razah:

So we can teach our people what's right from what's wrong
If you miss that bring it back Brooklyn's my home
Sunz of Man jam now kings of the throne
When you see me salute me
I'm where the loot be
Dollar bills be my groupies
Some kill for jewelry
Black businessmen move interestin'
Too quick to see us sentenced in
This criminal court
My money talk keep my lawyer listenin'
Gold cheddar lyin' glitterin'
Brooklyn citizen
Women smelling like cinnamon
The street theme song
Lose your life if you scheme wrong
They wait for you to get your drink on
And put your link on
If clubs was the jungles we the hyenas
Mindreaders 1999 leaders
Who watch what they feed us
Cash in my corporation, infiltration
From genesis to revelations
Same nation no lyin' my team slam like Kobe Bryant
Young lions strappin' through New York holdin' irons
Smoke weed, a twenty sack through tracks
See our money back this year's apocalypse
Ain't no time for your funny raps
Medina to L.A.
To Marina del Rae
Never do what Simon say
Stay original
Israel break the spell
Records sellin' clientel
Next world Mexico Roswell
Free the jail cells

Chorus: 6X

This be the Sunz of Man jam

The Night The Earth Cried (Gravediggaz)


[Grym Reaper]
I want a queen on every continent
So I can escape the government
Flee my residence, settle in
I'm militant minded, brilliant rhyme whiz
The time is now for me to shine, kids are innocent
Blinded, society got to be reminded of my diary
Cause tragically I carry thee
Misery of centuries that's sent to me
Not coincidentally intentionally cause mentally I represent the key
But it's a double-edged sword see
Tryin to be godly is hard
Especially in poverty's backyard
Where violence has taken over
Free enterprise and lies is idolized
Cause it's deep inside with Allah, God or Jehovah
To guide the lost tribe
You're forced to reside on the north side
Babylon is never penalized
For bein offsides, so many lost lives
I wonder how long before the herd dies
Today I heard the earth cry for the first time
It was the worst time
It was the worst time
The way I heard the earth cry

[Rzarector]
I came to the shores of America disguised as a pillar
The alpha and omega and the home of the beggars, the black sellers
Who been beaten, raped, lynched, robbed and stoned
And caused to roam the earth in service cause they couldn't maintain at
home
This dates back to 1555
When they captured the first tribe of men
And piled them in a pen
Fifty feet high
They took em all on a 9000 mile ride
And landed on the shore of a place they never seen before
But read about this inside the ancient books of war
Bonded in stainless steel, stripped of their language
Still survived the anguish of slavery but still remained nameless
Separated to portions and tricked by John Haughty Hawkins
And sold on the auction, taught birth control and abortion
Rulers of the first part became slaves of the worst part
The devils cursed God and reversed God
And turned God into dog and made people search hard
No relief came to the prophet of W.D. Feraud
To a trauma, dropped our mommas off in Bahamas and Barbados
Tobagos, separated us from slave boats
Made our own brothers hate us
From Virgin Isle to Jamaica
Trinidad, Honduras, Haiti, Grenada
Bermuda to Cayman, mental enslavement
You black gods become awaken

At night time you can hear the earth cry
How many more black gods got to die
Before we realize there's no God in the sky
The devil tricked us, that's the worst lie
At night time I can hear the earth cry
How many more black gods got to die
You realize there's no God in the sky
The devils tricked us, that's the worst lie

[Gatekeeper]
Peace god for real, not a spook nor a ghost
Not unseen but seen and heard most of all
I'm god, control nine planets
Wisdom revolves around me understand it
Science, huh my rhyme's underrated
Pyramids built accordin to how we made it to be
Many shall come few shall be chosen
32 degrees below zero and you're frozen
Power of refinement my rhyme's assignment
Is to crush negative bullshit in a line
With the fusion
Cause that which is beyond 360 degrees is an illusion
Either you're deaf, dumb or blind
Stupid hypocritical, dumb 85 yo it's time
See I without me don't exist
God cypher love devine is what I miss
Check it like a visual reflection, sorta supernatural
Your know your mind detects as bein natural
Ultra gammer, the hammer's my energy
Compressed to a form of a threat toward my enemy
Cypher's a circle that consists of a whole
No beginning no ends no sides it's just a hole
Like in an event I'm a percent
Dealt out a hundred I'm 5, my degree is a black belt
Real genuine not authentic
Older than the sun moon and stars unprecedented
In North America success can be won as a game
And knowledge and understanding still one and the same
Greatest reward known to mankind
That winners never quit and quitters never win in the mind
But in time my degrees are gettin deeper
Thicker in the subconscious state of the sleeper

At night time I can hear the earth cry
Wonder how many black gods got to die
At night time I can hear the earth cry
I wonder how many black gods must die
At night time I can hear the earth cry
I wonder how many black gods must die
At night time I can hear the earth cry
I hear her cry (Peace to the earth)
I cry

Newspeak (Little Steven)



[The contra terrorist freedom fighters
Moral equivalent of our attorney general
Were sighted coming from the camps in
Honduras which of course don't exist]

I read the papers almost everyday
I want to know what's happening now
I don't understand a word they say
What's most important seems to get left out

Freedom fighter or terrorist
Depends on who's the journalist's boss
Don't try to tell me who's a communist
Just tell me what it's gonna cost

I'm so confused there ain't no education
I'm so confused we could use some explanation
I'm so confused I feel all hope is lost
Every time I hear a news reporter start to talk

Newspeak - why is everybody talking
Newspeak - I don't understand it
Newspeak - Laugh it's a joke
And they wonder why nobody wants to vote

I keep my TV flashing faithfully
I hear what the talk shows have to say
Costs 20 million to be president
That's called democracy today

Who owns the media I want to know
They let us think we're in control
Who's gonna bust the thought police
When everybody's on their payroll

I'm so confused I'm so frustrated
I'm so confused and baby I graduated
I'm so confused I feel all hope is lost
Every time I hear a politician start to talk

Newspeak - why is everybody talking
Newspeak - I don't understand it
Newspeak - laugh it's a joke
And they wonder why nobody wants to vote

I am a revolutionary
Please define your terms

Latinos (Proyecto Uno)


Ya tu sabes
pa' toda la gente que movieron la cadera,
aqui ­esta¡ otra cosita caliente,
mucha sabrosura...
Proyecto Uno otra vez con mi gente de Reel 2 Reel.
Rea, Rea, Rea.

[Magic Juan]
Lord have mercy for me (perdoname)
disco de oro en Mexico (o'rale)
y sin duda ya tu sabes que es (hora de)
(bailar) con proyecto (otra vez)
si el el tema no te gusta (cobrame)
pero yo se que te gusto so (enamorate)
if you want a life show then (comprame)
pero tienes que pagar en (dolares!)

we keep it tight (right) all what (all night)
p1 makin moves in the house tonight
we keep it tight (right) all what (all night)
latinos make noise cause it's only right

hey hey ho perdiendo control
y las chicas quieren el negrita'to
my boy mista mala fama
el tiburon, no aceptes la imitacion

Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we multiply).
Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we move the crowd).

La conocí­ una noche
me la llevé pa' la playa
entonces vino la lluvia
ahora ella me ama con sabrosura baby

[Reel 2 Reel]
No falta me this, no falta me that
no falta me comb, no falta me hat
no falta me what, no falta me block
no falta me boom, no falta me bop
no falto me things, no falto me thangs.

[Majic Juan]
la fiesta no se quiere parar
(¿que que?) que no se quiere parar
(¿que que?) que no se quiere parar
(¿que que?) ¡que no se quiere parar!
No falto me da, no falto me ya
no falto me se, no falto me sa
no falto me bleck, no falto me black
no falto me rick, no falto me rock
no falto me che che, no falto me ta ta
no falto me new, scooby dooby doo
Who the hell is that? Who the hell are you?
Proyecto one with lots of rum
Trinidad and um Dominicans
que que que que pow pow pow, que que que que pow pow pow
que que que que pow pow pow, que que que que pow pow pow

Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we multiply).
Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we move the crowd).

We got (we got it going on), we wreck (we wreck the party baby)
we got (we got it going on), we wreck (we wreck the party baby)
we got (we got it going on), we wreck (we wreck the party baby)
we got (we got it going on), what (on and on and on and on).

Now when I say alca you say (ho)
when I say yes yes you say (yo)
la misma locura de (siempre)
y tener todavi­a (presente)
(se siente, mi gente) cuando copias no (inventes)
estoy harto de la macrena
y del chupacabra
y merengue house, discos que no dicen nada (nada)
ora en la radio
ain't nuttin but a bunch of pariguayos
pero ya llegaron los heroes de la bulla (¡bulla!)
no vengo tenjano, pero vengo con la furia
and soon you will all recognize
that no one can flip it like these four guys
merengue hip-hop (¡sigue ahi­!) adelante mi gente (¡sigue ahi­!)

Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we multiply).
Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we move the crowd).

España, Puerto Rico, Venezuela, Santo Domingo
Honduras, Guatemala, Mexico, Nicaragua
Chile, Ecuador, Panama¡, El Salvador
Peru y Cuba, Uruguay, Paraguay, ¡Colombia!
Costa Rica, Argentina, Bolivia, I'm feelin' y'all
¡mi gente esta¡ caliente!, ¡latino hasta la muerte!...

Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we multiply).
Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we move the crowd).

Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we multiply).
Dime si son latinos (yeah)
dime si son latinos (hell yeah)
dime si son latinos (say it loud)
dime si son latinos (we move the crowd).

Lawyers, Guns, And Money (Warren Zevon)


Well, I went home with the waitress
The way I always do
How was I to know
She was with the Russians, too

I was gambling in Havana
I took a little risk
Send lawyers, guns and money
Dad, get me out of this

I'm the innocent bystander
Somehow I got stuck
Between the rock and the hard place
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck
And I'm down on my luck

Now I'm hiding in Honduras
I'm a desperate man
Send lawyers, guns and money
The shit has hit the fan

Send lawyers, guns and money...
Send lawyers, guns and money...
Send lawyers, guns and money...
Send lawyers, guns and money...

El Barrio (Tamara Stewart)


Sigue la rutina no pago impuestos
Porque tengo mi negocio en efectivo por la esquina
Los carnales no son ganga es la familia
Y no canto bamba homes canto malillas
El chavo por apodo bien conocido en el volo
No es mi culpa fui nacido en un mundo cholo
Psycho, loco, marijuano, y coco
A veces con el leno y a veces respirando polvo
Me dicen revolucionario
Pero solo he escrito temas de como ha estado el pedo
Soy un callejero vuelto rapero y cuando pasan los puercos
Soy el primero que les suelta el dedo
Navegando las calles me miran en la cocina del infierno
Tocando chalino por la vocina mia
En mi barrio pleito con la policia siempre existira
Mientras jodan a las pandillas

[Chorus]
Mexico y colombia por vida controla
Chile y peru alli estan en la zona
Venezuela siempre pega con la bomba
El mundo es un barrio homie agarra la onda
En nicaragua las pandillas son los contras
Brasil la ciudad de dios nadie la toca
Las maras de el salvador y guatemala chocan
El mundo es un barrio homie la vida loca

En l.a. encuentras todo
Oro quemado de venta que te cuesta el cincuenta solo
Negociantes le dan cuenta a cholos pa' proteccion
Este impuesto se paga pa' evitar el hoyo
Otro rollo de la calle, loco, hay mucha tranza
Ponte trucha y que no te falle el ojo
Andan sobre feria, enemigos, y la cosa aquella
Queremos que la coka nostra mueva
Ranflas bajas con rines de cromo
Es por catrines que somos
No te confundas causan fines de plomo
Este mundo es mio, loco, como tony montana
Es por el poder no le tengo amor a la lana
Me la paso pistiando en la cuadra es donde esta la accion
La vida mala que nos gana la fama
En lo vago nunca para la banda
El barrio corre por la sangre por vida, homie
Es mi palabra

[Chorus]

Esto no tiene fin... mira tumbaron a pablo
Y siguen vagos en los barrios de medellin
Lo que pase que se quede alli
Aqui no cantan pericos se vuelven mudos si quieren vivir
Es el codigo de tres puntos, mi vida loca
Zoologico parece por no ser juntos
Las clikas grifas rifan aqui en califas
En belize, como en costa rica
Y es igual en el reyno, santiago, y en rio
Alla en pico-union donde fuman el frio
Es el barrio mundial que controla el latino
Incluye argentina y todo puerto rico
Deja me explico el barrio enterito
Seriamos mas fuerte unidos te digo
Para ecuador, panama, la republica dominicana
Y honduras viene dedicada

[Chorus]

Jefe (Johnny Wakelin & The Kinshasa Band)


Tu Sabes Que Yo Hago Falta
Sintieran Un Vacio Sin Mi Ah
Solamente Hay Un...

(Puerto Rico)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(New York City)
(California)Jefe Jefe Jefe(Chile Come On)
(Texas)The King Is Back!(Chicago)
(Atlanta)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Miami)
(Boston)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Tc)
The King Is Back...

Nuevamente Los Jacks Se Revientan
Empeso La Envidia De Los Wancktas
Estoy En La Meca Y Sigo...Muy Respetao Por Los Gansters
Hasta Mis Enemigos...Saben Que La Lleva Aqui Yo
No Seas Loco Hasta Stevi Wonder Ve Que Tiene El Control

Es Facil(Es Facil)
Tengo El Poder Mundial
Man Puedo Poner En Stop
Suena El Cartel In The Store
The King Is Back
Tuve Callao Un Anho Y Pico
No Hay Na' Nuevo En Puerto Rico
Nada Paso!

The King Is Back
Quien Me Para
Dale...Dispara
Que Las Gerras Son Caras
Ponganme La Cara
Asi Es Como Se Hace
Pa Ser Lider Se Nace
Uno Solo Se Hace
Yo Soy El Boss Y Tu Un Clownnnnn

Estos Payasos
Que Son Duenhos Del Circo

(Republica Dominicana)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Costa Rica)
(Colombia)Jefe Jefe Jefe(Venesuela)
(Blivia)The King Is Back!!!(Panama)
(Mexico)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Guatemala)
(Nicaragua, Salvador)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Argentina Cuba)
The King Is Back...

Como Si Nada
No Me Han Echo Nada
Ya Ni Intentan Mas Nada
Tu No Entiendes Que No Me Va Hacer Nada

Sigo Pensando En Las Cosas Que Me Faltarian Por Hacer
Si Yo Lo Eh Echo Todo Tengo De Todo Ahora Suena El Cartel
HaHaHaHaHa

Siga Ganando Mas Enemys
Sigan Tirando Pa Donde Mi
Ni Que Ami Chico Plizzz
Supuestamente Son Calles
Se La Maman A Un Bichote Y Son Calle
Quien Dice Que Ustedes Son Calle?
La Calle Tuya Es La De Sesame Street

Yo Siempre Eh Sido Un Fajon
Y De Corazon
Soy Un Campeon
Y No Es Nada Raro
Tengo Los Ojos Del Mundo Puestos En Mi
Porque Estoy Arriba Me Paro
Soy El Patron A Segir
Aprendannnn...

Soy El Maximo Exponente
Pero Lo Mejor Esque Soy...

(Yo Si Se Como Buscarme El Peso)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Total Yo Siempre Lo Eh Echo)
Jefe Jefe Jefe
(Ecuador)The King Is Back!(Peru!)
(Paraguay)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Uruguay)
(Honduras)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(El Mundo Entero You Know Whos This)
The King Is Back...

Soy El Verdadero Suenho Callejero
El Alma Del Barrio La Luz Del Sicario El Espejo De Un Gerrero
Chamako Quien Eres Tu,Tu Pa' No Me Hagas Reir
Quien Va Hacerme Algo Ami?!
Yeah..!
Como Quiera Te Pongo El _En Tus Patas
Si No Te Tiro No Es Por Miedo Esque No Es Negocio El Campeon No SubE Al Ring Con Una Chata
Un Convicto Un Carrito Y Una Torta Y Son Ganster Ooww Fantastico
Tu Crees Porque Los Perros Estan De Bara Los Carros Son Mecanicos

El Chamakon Va Demente
Se La Pasa Meando La Cama Frecuente
Y Yo Estaba Pegado En La Calle
Ahora Soy La Leyenda Viviente
Cada Paso Que Doy Se Cinvierte En Acontesimiento
Daddy Yankee No Es Un Cantante Pa' Daddy Yankee Es Un Movimiento
Reeeaaaallll...

Bamos A Traerla Como e'
Ustedes Solo Sigen Mis Pasos

(Daddy Yankee Yow)Jefe Jefe Jefe Jefe(Soy Un Jefe Come On Man)
(Conquistando El Mundo Entero)Jefe Jefe Jefe(Papi Yo Naci Para Esto)
The King Is Back!!!

Que Mas Tengo Que Decirles
Le Puedo Ensenhar Como Buscarse El Peso En Esto
Mucha Inteligencia...
Tiene Que Empesar Como Un Jefe
Like Me(Like Me)
The King Is Back!..

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Música folklórica de reitoca Honduras, conocida como música de cuerda, típico de los pueblos del interior de honduras.




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