Lyrics of Por Mi Reggae Muero - Wisin Y Yandel

Por Mi Reggae Muero (original)

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…

(translation)

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...