Paroles et traduction Ryan Castro - Porte

Porte

King Récords

Si toda' la' noche' no son de pasión
Ya no te hace el amor, entonces me puedes llamar (jaja; call me, call me)
Si el novio tuyo no te da calor
No te toca como yo, dime y te paso a buscar

Baby, tú tienes un porte
Un culo natural por deporte
Vámonos de roce en el Porsche
Tú sabes que él no tiene este torque

Baby, tú tienes un porte
Un culo natural por deporte
Vámonos de roce en el Porsche
Tú sabes que él no tiene este torque (¡pum, pum, pum!)

Dime, ¿dónde te escondes? (brrr)
Mamacita, siempre yo estoy a tu orden (ja, ja, ¡sho!)
Mi música suena en el sur, en el norte
A ella le gusta lo comercial y lo under

Yo soy tu rey, ese bobo es tu conde (conde)
Ponte que está todo okey (¡sho!)
Estamos al día, no nos persigue la ley (ley)
Esta noche te doy duro, mamacita, no hay break
Yo soy original y la compes son fake (¡sho!)

Baby, tú tienes un porte
Un culo natural por deporte
Vámonos de roce en el Porsche
Tú sabes que él no tiene este torque

Baby, tú tienes un porte
Un culo natural por deporte
Vámonos de roce en el Porsche
Tú sabes que él no tiene este torque (¡pum, pum, pum!)

Porque tú estás bien buena
Pa' romper la carretera
Ella me lo pidió a capela
Lo único malo es que me cela, qué problema

Si toda' la' noche' no son de pasión
Ya no te hace el amor, entonces me puedes llamar (jaja; call me, call me)
Si tu novio no te da calor
No te toca como yo, dime y te paso a buscar

Baby, tú tienes un porte
Un culo natural por deporte
Vámonos de roce en el Porsche
Tú sabes que él no tiene este torque

Baby, tú tienes un porte
Un culo natural por deporte
Vámonos de roce en el Porsche
Tú sabes que él no tiene este torque (¡pum, pum, pum!)

¡Yeh!
Es el cantante del gueto
Es el capo con SOG
Beat K Million
Brrr

¡Pum, pum, pum!
King Récords, mi amor
King Récords, mi amor

Porte (Bearing/Carriage)

King Records

If all the nights aren't filled with passion
If he doesn't make love to you anymore, then you can call me (haha; call me, call me)
If your boyfriend doesn't give you heat
Doesn't touch you like I do, tell me and I'll pick you up

Baby, you have a bearing
A natural ass, like it's a sport
Let's go rub against each other in the Porsche
You know he doesn't have this torque

Baby, you have a bearing
A natural ass, like it's a sport
Let's go rub against each other in the Porsche
You know he doesn't have this torque (boom, boom, boom!)

Tell me, where are you hiding? (brrr)
Mamacita, I'm always at your service (ha, ha, sho!)
My music plays in the south, in the north
She likes mainstream and underground

I'm your king, that fool is your count (count)
Put on that everything's okay (sho!)
We're up to date, the law isn't after us (law)
Tonight I'll give it to you hard, mamacita, no breaks
I'm original and the competition is fake (sho!)

Baby, you have a bearing
A natural ass, like it's a sport
Let's go rub against each other in the Porsche
You know he doesn't have this torque

Baby, you have a bearing
A natural ass, like it's a sport
Let's go rub against each other in the Porsche
You know he doesn't have this torque (boom, boom, boom!)

Because you're so fine
To tear up the highway
She asked me a cappella
The only bad thing is that she's jealous of me, what a problem

If all the nights aren't filled with passion
If he doesn't make love to you anymore, then you can call me (haha; call me, call me)
If your boyfriend doesn't give you heat
Doesn't touch you like I do, tell me and I'll pick you up

Baby, you have a bearing
A natural ass, like it's a sport
Let's go rub against each other in the Porsche
You know he doesn't have this torque

Baby, you have a bearing
A natural ass, like it's a sport
Let's go rub against each other in the Porsche
You know he doesn't have this torque (boom, boom, boom!)

Yeh!
It's the singer from the ghetto
It's the capo with SOG
Beat K Million
Brrr

Boom, boom, boom!
King Records, my love
King Records, my love