Y si me ha visto se supone que en el pasado fue Ahora dice que no me conoce, no no no no no Yo sí me acuerdo cómo lo hacíamos Cómo en la cama nos matábamos Y cuando tus piernas temblaban Austin baby J Balvin man Tu cuerpo sabe elevarse Solo yo he podido

Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing Don't you worry 'bout a thing, mama 'Cause I'll be standing on the side When you check it out Bam bambam bambam bambam Bambambambam bambambambam When you get it off your trip

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a

Me encantas ahora Mañana, ya veremos Y si lo probamos, lo probamos y ya Que pasara mañana, ya veremos Me Buscas, te encuentro Te abrazo, y entras en mí No somos adivinos, yeah Y si lo probamos lo probamos y ya

Siyayibamba siyayilanda Ngithibamba siyayilanda Sithibamba siyayilanda Fetch it siyayilanda (we are fetching our future, grabbing our tomorrow) Human figures in a dream Heard them singing -- siyayilanda (we are fetching it)

Sweet home Alabama Where the skies are so blue Lord, I'm coming home to you Big wheels keep on turning Carry me home to see my kin Singing songs about the south-land I miss 'ole' 'bamy once again And I think it's a sin Well I heard Mister Young sing

In my Chevrolet My box Chevrolet Got that Glock laid in my lap In case you want to play Let's go get you all cleaned up And ride around all day I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say

Swimmin' after me Timbuktu to Bamako Swimmin' into the deep blue sea My baby back Down the road I go Oh, rollin' on, oh, rollin' on Oh, I wish I was a catfish I'd have all the good lookin' women Cause these blues, oh, these blues

Well, I'm out of Alabama, down to Louisiana Halfway 'bout to New Orleans Yeah, I'm leaning on my Chevy Rolling through the levees trying to get to where I wanna be That's where I reckon I can finally put myself at ease Check my life there at the border

Now we're listenin' to old Alabama A little dixieland delight and it feels so right Oh, play me some old Alabama She'd rather wear a pair of cut-off jeans Than a fancy evening dress And with her windows rolled down And her hair all blown around She's a