Paroles et traduction Billy Ray Cyrus - I Could Be the One

I Could Be the One

Este menor que usted...
La quiere conocer...
Con su forma de actuar...
Me va a enloquecer...
La tengo en mi soñar...
Acaricio su piel...
Le quiero confesar...
Yo...

(Tony Tun-Tun)

No me importa que usted sea mayor que yo
Hoy la quiero en mi cama
Y no malinterprete mi intención
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Por eso he venido a decírselo
Que hoy la quiero en mi cama
Si no está dispuesta, ya dímelo
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Dame un chance...

(Yandel)

No me importa que usted sea mayor que yo
Te quiero aquí aunque tenga mil amores
Yo creo en el destino, oye
Tú sabes que Dios tiene sus razones
Eres mayor que yo, oye
Te quiero aquí aunque tenga mil amores
Yo creo en el destino, oye
Tú sabes que Dios tiene sus razones
Avanza, vámonos, dejemos de blablabla
Suelta la cartera, pa′ la cama con el chachachá
Te miro y me miras, te me pego pero no haces na'
Dime por qué, por qué...

(Wisin)

Vamos, así es que ellas mueven las poleas
Su carro lo fulea
Y vroomvroom, ella se come la brea
Llega a la disco y todo el mundo la lookea
Chulea, fua, tira un beso y se patea
Eso, beso con que se come con queso
Esto es un proceso, suelta de eso pa′ los presos
Tú sabes, doña, como mi voz tiene peso
El perro quiere un hueso, avanza dame un beso
Fuimos, sácala en la parta que tu eres tremenda loca
Con pasta, doña, con what the hell
Avanza, póngase la bata, dejémonos de lata
Te voy a dar por la culata, y...

(Tony Tun-Tun)

No me importa que usted sea mayor que yo
Hoy la quiero en mi cama
Y no malinterpreté mi intención
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Por eso he venido a decírselo
Que hoy la quiero en mi cama
Si no está dispuesta, ya dímelo
Es que no aguanto las ganas
Dame un chance...

(Daddy Yankee)

Yo soy un tigre
Por edad no midas el calibre
Prueba del menu y después me dices
Soy fuego en el Caribe
Mai, que las apariencias no te engañen
Ni permitas que la gente te cizañe
(Azota!) Porque tengo estilo de sicario
Y de calle mi vocabulario
La gatita me tira fascina
Y a la vez se pone media guilla
Se da cuenta de lo contrario
Porque vio que yo tengo la capacidad
Que un joven requiere, sin usar intermediario
El chico sabe que esto es lo que hace
El tiempo que separa los niños de los hombres
El chico sabe que esto es lo que hace
El tiempo que separa con calma los colores
(Azota!) Porque tengo estilo de sicario
Y de calle mi vocabulario
La gatita me tira fascina
Y a la vez se pone media guilla
Se da cuenta de lo contrario
Porque vio que yo tengo la capacidad
Que un joven requiere, sin usar intermediario
(Dame un chance...)

(Hector 'Bambino')

Dale, cuarentona, con tu corte de roncona
Suena las campanas que ya Wisin ′ta en la lona
Juguetona, como en la cama me arrincona
Aquella tiene veinte, pero se parece a Chona
Malandrona, con ese corte bien burlona
Tráiganme la linda, Wisin baila con la mona
Guapetona, y si tu gato te encajona
Quítate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
Quítate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
Quítate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
Quítate el grillete, dile que tu te encojonas
(Heyyyyy...)

(Wisin)

′W', el sobreviviente!
Daddy Yankee!
Yandel!
(You know how we do, man!)
(We ready!)
Y el gato, Ranks!
"Mas Flow 2"!

(Hector ′Bambino')

Hector, el bambino!
(Hector, el bambino!)
Wisin y Yandel!
(Tony TunTun!)
(Representando!)
(Un junte pa′ la historia!)
(En "Mas Flow 2"!)
(Entiendes?)
(En mas ningún otro disco!)
Jajajajaja!
Luny!
Lo único que te falta unir!
Es a Bush y a bin-Laden!

I Could Be the One

This younger man than you...
He wants to know you...
With the way you act...
You're going to drive me crazy...
I have you in my dreams...
I caress your skin...
I want to confess to you...
I...

(Tony Tun-Tun)

I don't care that you are older than me
Today I want you in my bed
And don't misinterpret my intention
It's just that I can't stand the desire
That's why I've come to tell you
That today I want you in my bed
If you're not willing, just tell me
It's just that I can't stand the desire
Give me a chance...

(Yandel)

I don't care that you are older than me
I want you here even if I have a thousand loves
I believe in destiny, listen
You know that God has his reasons
You are older than me, listen
I want you here even if I have a thousand loves
I believe in destiny, listen
You know that God has his reasons
Come on, let's go, let's stop the blah blah blah
Drop the purse, to the bed with the cha cha cha
I look at you and you look at me, I get close to you but you do nothing
Tell me why, why...

(Wisin)

Come on, that's how they move their pulleys
Her car fuels it
And vroom vroom, she eats the tar
She arrives at the disco and everyone looks at her
She shows off, whoa, blows a kiss and kicks
That's it, a kiss with which she eats with cheese
This is a process, let go of that for the prisoners
You know, lady, how my voice has weight
The dog wants a bone, come on, give me a kiss
Let's go, take it out in the open, you're a tremendous crazy woman
With dough, lady, with what the hell
Come on, put on your robe, let's stop the chatter
I'm going to give it to you in the butt, and...

(Tony Tun-Tun)

I don't care that you are older than me
Today I want you in my bed
And don't misinterpret my intention
It's just that I can't stand the desire
That's why I've come to tell you
That today I want you in my bed
If you're not willing, just tell me
It's just that I can't stand the desire
Give me a chance...

(Daddy Yankee)

I am a tiger
Don't measure caliber by age
Try the menu and then tell me
I am fire in the Caribbean
Girl, don't let appearances fool you
And don't let people gossip about you
(Whip it!) Because I have the style of a hitman
And my vocabulary is from the streets
The kitty throws me fascination
And at the same time she gets half shy
She realizes the opposite
Because she saw that I have the ability
That a young man requires, without using an intermediary
The boy knows this is what he does
The time that separates boys from men
The boy knows this is what he does
The time that calmly separates the colors
(Whip it!) Because I have the style of a hitman
And my vocabulary is from the streets
The kitty throws me fascination
And at the same time she gets half shy
She realizes the opposite
Because she saw that I have the ability
That a young man requires, without using an intermediary
(Give me a chance...)

(Hector 'Bambino')

Come on, forty-year-old, with your grumpy attitude
Ring the bells, Wisin is already on the canvas
Playful, how she corners me in bed
That one is twenty, but she looks like Chona
Malandrona, with that very mocking cut
Bring me the pretty one, Wisin dances with the monkey
Pretty, and if your cat cages you
Take off the shackle, tell him you get pissed off
Take off the shackle, tell him you get pissed off
Take off the shackle, tell him you get pissed off
Take off the shackle, tell him you get pissed off
(Heyyyyy...)

(Wisin)

'W', the survivor!
Daddy Yankee!
Yandel!
(You know how we do, man!)
(We ready!)
And the cat, Ranks!
"Mas Flow 2"!

(Hector ′Bambino')

Hector, the bambino!
(Hector, the bambino!)
Wisin y Yandel!
(Tony TunTun!)
(Representing!)
(A gathering for history!)
(In "Mas Flow 2"!)
(You understand?)
(In no other album!)
Jajajajaja!
Luny!
The only thing you need to unite!
Is Bush and bin-Laden!