Lyrics of Sensación - Wisin Y Yandel, Tony Dize

Sensación (original)

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!

(translation)

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!