Текст и перевод песни Don Omar - Not to Much

Not to Much

Ella empezo de espacio
Ganandome terreno
Y yo que no necesito mucho pa calentarme
Se jugo con el pelo
Se mordio los labios
Y yo que no necesito mucho pa calentarme
Me miro la mire
Se toco, me toque
Y no perdi tiempo en acercarme
Y le dije
Que cuando me miro la mire
Que cuando se toco me toque
Y por eso es que e venido a hablarle
Ni se si baile masoquista
Haciendose la nena conmigo
Cuando yo se que a corrio pistas
Toa guilla de lista
Con una faldita cortita y una camisa Chiquita
Guile de exorcista
Puedes sacar de mi to' lo malo con una pildorita
Solita se exita.
Y va bailando, dando vuelta, haciendo suya toa la pista
En las piernas lleva fuego, hace que el suelo se derrita
Mandala, que coje vuelo, y esa si que no se quita
Y por si no lo dije horita Buenas Noches Srta.
Y va bailando, dando vuelta, haciendo suya toa la pista
En las piernas lleva fuego, hace que el suelo se derrita
Mandala, que coje vuelo, y esa si que no se quita
Y por si no lo dije horita Buenas Noches Srta.
Me miro la mire
Se toco, me toque
Y no perdi tiempo en acercarme
Y le dije
Que cuando me miro la mire
Que cuando se toco me toque
Y por eso es que e venido a hablarle
Arranca y vamonos
Que el momento lo amerita
No quiero aguajes, disimula date prisa
No hay quien lo impida
Vas a hacer mia
Es candenteEs candente
Como te dejas quemar en fuego
Ella empezo de espacio
Ganandome terreno
Y yo que no necesito mucho pa calentarme Zion
Se jugo con el pelo
Se mordio los labios
Y yo que no necesito mucho pa calentarme
Me miro la mire
Se toco, me toque
Y no perdi tiempo en acercarme
Y le dije
Que cuando me miro la mire
Que cuando se toco me toque
Y por eso es que e venido a hablarle
En definitivo hemos sido para todos ud
Zion Baby
Las 2 mejores voces del genero
Somos los que somos
Zion baby
Don
Esto es King of Kings
La escuela de la musica

Not Much

She started subtly,
Gaining ground on me.
And me, I don't need much to get fired up.
She played with her hair,
She bit her lips,
And me, I don't need much to get fired up.
She looked at me, I looked at her,
She touched herself, I touched myself,
And I wasted no time getting closer.
And I told her,
That when she looked at me, I looked at her,
That when she touched herself, I touched myself,
And that's why I came to talk to her.
I don't even know if she's a masochistic dancer,
Playing the innocent girl with me,
When I know she's run the tracks,
All sly and clever.
With a short skirt and a tiny shirt,
Exorcist vibes.
You can take all the bad out of me with a little pill.
She gets herself excited,
And she goes dancing, spinning around, making the whole dance floor hers.
Her legs carry fire, she makes the floor melt.
Send her off, she takes flight, and that one doesn't let go.
And in case I didn't say it before, good evening Miss.
And she goes dancing, spinning around, making the whole dance floor hers.
Her legs carry fire, she makes the floor melt.
Send her off, she takes flight, and that one doesn't let go.
And in case I didn't say it before, good evening Miss.
She looked at me, I looked at her,
She touched herself, I touched myself,
And I wasted no time getting closer.
And I told her,
That when she looked at me, I looked at her,
That when she touched herself, I touched myself,
And that's why I came to talk to her.
Let's go, let's get out of here,
The moment calls for it.
No tears, pretend, hurry up,
There's no stopping it.
You're going to be mine.
It's hot, it's hot,
How you let yourself burn in fire.
She started subtly,
Gaining ground on me.
And me, I don't need much to get fired up, Zion.
She played with her hair,
She bit her lips,
And me, I don't need much to get fired up.
She looked at me, I looked at her,
She touched herself, I touched myself,
And I wasted no time getting closer.
And I told her,
That when she looked at me, I looked at her,
That when she touched herself, I touched myself,
And that's why I came to talk to her.
Ultimately, we have been for all of you,
Zion Baby,
The 2 best voices of the genre.
We are who we are,
Zion baby,
Don,
This is King of Kings,
The school of music.