Bitch, who do you love? I'm that nigga, I'm that nigga I'm that nigga on the block Bank of America account got six figures I'm that nigga with the plugs I'm the nigga who got homies that be sellin' drugs I'm the nigga on the back street With the fat

If baby you can't recall it I protect the memory You can't recall that 20 second January I won't forget that Put in faith in your relief I'll suspend your disbelief And we cannot regret The esthetical feel

When di enemies ah pree An ah bun back fire Mi tek everything to Jah in prayer Long time dem nah like mi Di tings dem transpire but Jah is my everything An' I'm mek mi higher I will survive, I'm so blessed, I'm so blessed I'm so blessed, I'm so blessed

Sitting around waiting on two pink lines We're just sitting around waiting on two pink lines She was pacing back and forth On her front porch I pulled up slinging gravel In my daddy's ford She cried all the way to Johnson's store I kept the motor running

Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó, ohh-ohh Hola, ¿Quién soy? No sé, se me olvidó, yeah-yeah-yeh Hoy olvidé las coordenadas de mi destino Se me dañó el GPS a mitad de camino Y no sé si me raptaron o estoy perdido

Can you be appeased? Can you bring it all back to me? Bring it all back to me It's all that I want I'd been carving you To see what form you'd take You were hiding in ivory I just wanted to free you shape Bringing me down, its too quiet to breathe Who

Ella quiere llegar Y yo la voy a elevar, donde ella quiere Tu cuerpo esta pidiendo más (pidiendo más) Baby no lo hagas esperar Ella quiere llegar

My eyes fall open on you It's like my dreams keep goin' on and on and on, it don't Matter what we're doin' As long as I'm with you, and I can't imagine anything I couldn't love you through the bad days There's gonna be mistakes But, baby, I'm here to stay

Hit and run, hit and run I say you got no respect Respect for authority You're just playing your dirty tricks And then come cryin' to me It's just a hit and run Union Jack is back With a hole in his head He's gettin' badly

Uno de Wisin & Yandel y otro de Daddy Yankee Que me traigan dos botellas, y par de mujeres bellas Mejor pongan reggaetón tón que la rumba está buena Que me pongan un perreo de Tony y de Calde (uh) Cómo tú te mueves eso a mí me tienta Yo me pongo atrás