Ronca Remix feat. Hector el Father y Don by Zion y Lennox (english translation)
The best DJ in the reggaeton genre ...
Best song of the reggaeton genre, 'Ronca' ...
(Don, Don!)
The best artist of the reggaeton genre in your hands ...
(Snoring!)
(You know!)
(Grrrrrr ....)
Simply the one who speaks with his hands ...
(Snoring!)
(The best paid!)
The most decent ...
The world has known your music ...
(Snoring!)
Snore, hit him with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give him what upsets them
And the alocas
Eliel, snore, hit him with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give him what upsets them
And the alocas
And take out the symphonies
That the bionic rapist was released
The most I sell with historical record
And tactical tricks
I'm going to take out plastic sheets
To 'sweep up' those pigs
Which are thought to be practical
No one is going to war
What they do is frontiar
With me they do not look for na '
They are feces ....
No one is going to war
What they do is frontiar
With me they do not look for na '
They are feces ....
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
Eliel touches you, hoarse, hit him with the Tonka
Close your mouth to 'these soca'
Let them squeeze, and their letters suffocate
Tell him that with us' so in coca
One hundred thousand battles, and follow 'undefeated
Half a million copies sold with the same disc
The notorious news, throw yourself by a cliff
We're playing the kings of Puerto Rico
No one is going to war
What they do is frontiar
With me they do not look for na '
They are feces ....
No one is going to war
What they do is frontiar
With me they do not look for na '
They are feces ....
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
Snore, hit him with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give him what upsets them
And the alocas
Eliel, snore, hit him with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give him what upsets them
And the alocas
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha!)
Crazy I leave you, you to pull from afar
Frontean and are my reflection ...
As the old man kills them, they all look in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin
Crazy I leave you, you to pull from afar
Frontean and are my reflection ...
As the old man kills them, they all look in my mirror
Play with me and play with your skin
I am the bambino .....
Hector, the father, fine gangster
Platinum disc producer
I know, that the one who lamba is eliminated
I mix music with street, how I combine them
I do not lose the thread, I'm double-edged knife
The one of the cake without selling kilos
Eliel, snores, I'm hunting with the Tonka
Eliel, snores, I'm hunting with the Tonka
Snore, hit him with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give him what upsets them
And the alocas
Eliel, snore, hit him with the Tonka
You are better note by note
Give him what upsets them
And the alocas
No one is going to war
What they do is frontiar
With me they do not look for na '
They are feces ....
No one is going to war
What they do is frontiar
With me they do not look for na '
They are feces ....
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
(Wooooh ...) (Snoring!)
The reality of the matter ...
They call us the fantastic ones!
Hector, the bambino!
Zion!
Don Omar!
Eliel!
Nesty!
The masterminds!
Escobar!
Alex 'Gargoyle'!
Mario!
Letting us feel!
Snore!
And we snore because we can!
Because we are the owners of the genre!
The owners of the genre ...
And if he snores ...
Hold on, hold on ...
If he snores ...
Hold...
(Don!)
Hehehehe ...
Snore!
Only among all we can make this a better place :)