Paroles et traduction Ozuna feat. Chencho Corleone, Arcangel, J Balvin & Randy - El Cel

El Cel

Perdío' 'e la mente cuando 'toy cerca de ti
No significa pa' mí que sea' algo bueno
A mí me gusta porque tú eres así
Pero tú no tienes que serlo obligao' para mí

Prefiere que te vaya' lejos
Y por un simple deseo tú me va' a venir a joder aquí
Está soltera, lo que quiere es champaña y bellaqueo
Y a ti solo quiero dejarte ir

Estoy que le doy contra el piso al cel
Si no acepta' que lo nuestro se acabó (woh-oh, oh, oh)
Anoche me enredé, en tu camita me metí
Pero no, contigo ya no

Estoy que le doy contra el piso al cel
Si no acepta' que lo nuestro se acabó
Anoche me enredé, en tu camita me metí
Pero no, contigo ya no, yeah

Woh-oh, oh
Ozuna, jaja
Woh-oh, oh, yeah, yeah (austin, baby), mami (okay)

Ya yo no estoy pa' darte más explicacione' (no)
Razone' pa' irme de aquí tú me has da'o por montone' (sí)
Opcione' me sobran (wow), las paca' me sobran (yes)
Tú me has paga'o mal, pero el karma te cobra, wow

Y no me insista', salte de mi vista
No me escribas, que la conversación la dejaré en vista
Pa' fallarme estuviste lista
Te taché de la lista, y si me preguntan por ti, yo soy turista (let's go)

Ja, qué pereza
Ya estoy que restrallo el celular, me tienes mal de la cabeza (oh, my God)
Tú eres un caso psicológico
Jode' con cojone', ya tenerte conmigo ni me interesa (j Balvin, man)

Ya estás fuera de mi camino
Gracia' por lo bueno, por lo malo, por lo falso y por lo fino
Lo de nosotro' fue un polvo divino
Pero ya se acabó, son cosa' que pasan en el barrio fino, ey

Pa' ti ya no break
Estar contigo, no, prefiero jugar 2K
Esto ya tuvo su final, como Rihanna y Drake
Yo ya me quedé en Nueva York, tú sigue' por LA
'Tamo en ley

Baby, deja ya de insistir
Esto se acabó, esto no da más
Sigue la tuya, que si un día te veo por ahí
No te reconocí, pero para ya
J Balvin, man (¡Ozuna!)

Estoy que le doy contra el piso al cel
Si no acepta' que lo nuestro se acabó (woh-oh, oh, oh)
Anoche me enredé, en tu camita me metí
Pero no, contigo ya no

Estoy que le doy contra el piso al cel
Si no acepta' que lo nuestro se acabó
Anoche me enredé, en tu camita me metí
Pero no, contigo ya no, yeah

Voy a ser enfático en tu modo erótico
Que pue' pasar un ratito conmigo lo haces hábito
Y crees que tiene' título, yo cerré tu capítulo
Con tus celos drámaticos yo ya no quiero vínculo

Si te busco a la seis, te devuelvo a las seis
¿Por qué me jode' si tú eres la que me tienta' a de vez en cuando a meterte?
Estremecerte
Dejarte latente lo que tienes en frente

Perdío' 'e la mente cuando 'toy cerca de ti
No significa pa' mí que sea' algo bueno
A mí me gusta porque tú eres así
Pero tú no tienes que serlo obliga'o para mí (corleone)

'Toy que le doy contra el piso al celular
La conozco muy bien, tiene gana' 'e pelear
Primero el DM me explota
Despué' me manda emojis con cara de diablita y par de gota'

Y solo ten mi número telefónico
Creemo' crónica' mientra' fumamo' crónico (¡Pum-pum!)
Y es que los lunes manda fotos en gistro
Pero los sábado' me deja en visto

Solo natural que yo te quiero dar sin parar
Déjate llevar, nada va a pasar
Sé que se jodió y que conmigo no quiere na'
Pero pa' pasarla bonito no hay que amar

Anoche me enredaste, baby, en tu booty de Cardi
Y perreando duro escuchando un perreo 'e Chencho y Maldy
Toa' las amiga' son chula' rubia', toa' son Barbie
Independiente, viste el Merdece', caché los pantie'

Mi bebé viene, se trae vente Moët
Pa' llegar hasta aquí arriba hay que meterle como e'
En el avión un capsulón, un Richard, no sé ni cúal e'
Y pa' bajar pa'l callejón me mandé a hacer un M10

¿Que toa' las babie' son mía'? Yo no sé
El booty te lo rocé, sin ropa qué bien te ve', ma
¿Que toa' las babie' son mía'? Yo no sé
El booty te lo rocé, sin ropa qué bien te ve', be-beba

Estoy que le doy contra el piso al cel
Si no acepta' que lo nuestro se acabó (woh-oh, oh, oh)
Anoche me enredé, en tu camita me metí
Pero no, contigo ya no

Estoy que le doy contra el piso al cel
Si no acepta' que lo nuestro se acabó
Anoche me enredé, en tu camita me metí
Pero no, contigo ya no, yeah

The Cellphone

I lose my mind when I'm near you.
It doesn't mean it's a good thing for me
I like it because you're like that
But you don't have to be like that for me

She prefers that I go away
And for a simple desire, you're going to come and mess with me here
She's single, what she wants is champagne and flirting
And I just want to let you go

I'm about to smash my phone against the floor
If you don't accept that what we had is over (woh-oh, oh, oh)
Last night I got caught up, I got in your bed
But no, not with you anymore

I'm about to smash my phone against the floor
If you don't accept that what we had is over
Last night I got caught up, I got in your bed
But no, not with you anymore, yeah

Woh-oh, oh
Ozuna, haha
Woh-oh, oh, yeah, yeah (austin, baby), mami (okay)

I'm not here to give you any more explanations (no)
You've given me plenty of reasons to leave (yes)
I have plenty of options (wow), I have plenty of money (yes)
You did me wrong, but karma will collect, wow

And don't insist, get out of my sight
Don't write to me, I'll leave the conversation on seen
You were ready to fail me
I crossed you off the list, and if they ask me about you, I'm a tourist (let's go)

Yeah, what a drag
I'm about to block your number, you're driving me crazy (oh, my God)
You're a psychological case
You're messing with me, I'm not even interested in having you with me anymore (J Balvin, man)

You're out of my way now
Thank you for the good, the bad, the fake and the fine
What we had was a divine dust
But it's over, things happen in the fancy neighborhood, hey

No more breaks for you
Being with you, no, I'd rather play 2K
This has already had its ending, like Rihanna and Drake
I already stayed in New York, you keep going through LA
We're cool

Baby, stop insisting
This is over, this is no more
Keep going your way, if I see you around someday
I didn't recognize you, but stop it
J Balvin, man (Ozuna!)

I'm about to smash my phone against the floor
If you don't accept that what we had is over (woh-oh, oh, oh)
Last night I got caught up, I got in your bed
But no, not with you anymore

I'm about to smash my phone against the floor
If you don't accept that what we had is over
Last night I got caught up, I got in your bed
But no, not with you anymore, yeah

I'm going to be emphatic in your erotic way
That you can spend a little time with me, you make it a habit
And you think you have a title, I closed your chapter
With your dramatic jealousy I don't want any more ties

If I pick you up at six, I'll bring you back at six
Why are you messing with me if you're the one who tempts me to screw you from time to time?
Thrill you
Leave you latent what you have in front of you

I lose my mind when I'm near you.
It doesn't mean it's a good thing for me
I like it because you're like that
But you don't have to be like that for me (Corleone)

I'm about to smash my phone against the floor
I know her very well, she feels like fighting
First, my DM explodes
Then she sends me emojis with a little devil face and a couple of drops

And only have my phone number
We create chronics while we smoke chronics (Boom-boom!)
And it's that on Mondays she sends photos in g-string
But on Saturdays she leaves me on seen

It's only natural that I want to give it to you non-stop
Let yourself go, nothing's going to happen
I know it's messed up and that she doesn't want anything with me
But to have a good time you don't have to love

Last night you tangled me up, baby, in your Cardi booty
And partying hard listening to a Chencho y Maldy reggaeton
All the friends are cool blondes, they're all Barbies
Independent, saw the Mercedes, I caught the panties

My baby's coming, she's bringing twenty Moët
To get this high you have to put it in like him
On the plane a capsule, a Richard, I don't even know which one it is
And to go down to the alley I had an M10 made

That all the babes are mine? I don't know
I rubbed your booty, you look so good without clothes, ma
That all the babes are mine? I don't know
I rubbed your booty, you look so good without clothes, be-beba

I'm about to smash my phone against the floor
If you don't accept that what we had is over (woh-oh, oh, oh)
Last night I got caught up, I got in your bed
But no, not with you anymore

I'm about to smash my phone against the floor
If you don't accept that what we had is over
Last night I got caught up, I got in your bed
But no, not with you anymore, yeah