Текст и перевод песни Don Omar feat. Andy Boy - Ella Anda Sola

Ella Anda Sola

"Bandoleros Reloaded"
Segunda edición
Don, el presidente del género
Yo' Memo

Ella anda sola, sola
La bichifucker que boto la bola
Uh, tanto dembow que me explotó la chola
De aquí pa' allá como si fuera ola
Buenas noches, señora
Usted anda sola, sola
La bichifucker que boto la bola
Uh, tanto dembow que me explotó la chola
De aquí pa' allá como si fuera ola
Buenas noches, señora

Esta noche es de tequila, vamo' a arriba
Combete hagan fila que esa es bien viva
Esa guarda su saliva, es pastilla prohibida
Como no amarra fuego de lo de ella te convila

Esa no anda con juego, es tremenda atrevía
Y parece tener un gotero severo por la avería
Chulín sin tener dueño es tremenda vendía
Una presta' que es de ella que corre en la mía
Yo que tuve ese sueño de pillarla un día
Pa' hacer fresquerías, y hoy esta lucia'

Ella anda sola, sola
La bichifucker que boto la bola
Uh, tanto dembow que me explotó la chola
De aquí pa' allá como si fuera ola
Buenas noches, señora
Usted anda sola, sola
La bichifucker que boto la bola
Uh, tanto dembow que me explotó la chola
De aquí pa' allá como si fuera ola
Buenas noches, señora

Échale agua que se quema, le explotó la rola
Parte esa cintura como "chamber" de pistola
Los nenes descontrola meneando la cola
Y aunque no tiene gato se aruña ella sola

Esa no anda con juego, es tremenda atrevía
Y parece tener un gotero severo por la avería
Chulín sin tener dueño es tremenda vendía
Una presta' que es de ella que corre en la mía
Yo que tuve ese sueño de pillarla un día
Pa' hacer fresquerías, y hoy esta lucia'

Ella anda sola, sola
La bichifucker que boto la bola
Uh, tanto dembow que me explotó la chola
De aquí pa' allá como si fuera ola
Buenas noches, señora
Usted anda sola, sola
La bichifucker que boto la bola
Uh, tanto dembow que me explotó la chola
De aquí pa' allá como si fuera ola
Buenas noches, señora

Uh, sola, sola
La bichifucker que boto la bola
Jaja
Esto es "Bandoleros Reloaded"
Segunda edición
Don, el presidente del género, okay?
Esto es Memo, papi
Yo' Memo
Tú sabes
No trates de engañarnos, pa'
We run this shit
Tú lo sabes
Don

She Walks Alone

"Bandoleros Reloaded"
Second Edition
Don, the President of the Genre
I'm Memo

She walks alone, alone
The bichifucker who threw the ball
Uh, so much dembow that my head exploded
From here to there as if it were a wave
Good evening, ma'am
You walk alone, alone
The bichifucker who threw the ball
Uh, so much dembow that my head exploded
From here to there as if it were a wave
Good evening, ma'am

Tonight is tequila night, let's go up
Combat, line up, she's very much alive
She saves her saliva, it's a forbidden pill
How not to love the fire of hers, it convinces you

She doesn't play games, she's tremendously daring
And she seems to have a severe drip because of the damage
A hottie without an owner, she's a tremendous seller
A loan that's hers that runs in mine
I who had that dream of catching her one day
To do cool things, and today she's shining

She walks alone, alone
The bichifucker who threw the ball
Uh, so much dembow that my head exploded
From here to there as if it were a wave
Good evening, ma'am
You walk alone, alone
The bichifucker who threw the ball
Uh, so much dembow that my head exploded
From here to there as if it were a wave
Good evening, ma'am

Throw water on it, it's burning, the song exploded
She breaks that waist like a pistol chamber
The boys lose control shaking their tails
And even though she doesn't have a cat, she scratches herself

She doesn't play games, she's tremendously daring
And she seems to have a severe drip because of the damage
A hottie without an owner, she's a tremendous seller
A loan that's hers that runs in mine
I who had that dream of catching her one day
To do cool things, and today she's shining

She walks alone, alone
The bichifucker who threw the ball
Uh, so much dembow that my head exploded
From here to there as if it were a wave
Good evening, ma'am
You walk alone, alone
The bichifucker who threw the ball
Uh, so much dembow that my head exploded
From here to there as if it were a wave
Good evening, ma'am

Uh, alone, alone
The bichifucker who threw the ball
Haha
This is "Bandoleros Reloaded"
Second Edition
Don, the President of the Genre, okay?
This is Memo, daddy
I'm Memo
You know
Don't try to fool us, pa'
We run this shit
You know it
Don