Текст и перевод песни Wisin feat. Yandel, Farruko, Jon Z, Don Chezina, Chencho Corleone & Myke Towers - 3G (feat. Jon Z, Don Chezina, Chencho Corleone & Myke Towers) [Remix]

3G (feat. Jon Z, Don Chezina, Chencho Corleone & Myke Towers) [Remix]

This is the remix

Respiro perfume, andamos de suerte (La Champions League)
Mujeres entrando de dos en dos (This is the remix)
Si vienen pa' acá es porque ellas quieren (Chencho Corleone)
La noche está buena pa' irse de misión (otro de Yandel)

Que suene el dembow, dale, manos a la pared
Guáyame, tú sabe' cómo e' (Farruko)
Que suene el dembow, dale, manos a la pared
Pero, perréame sin feka, ay, bebé

Tra, tírala, tra, dice, tra, tírala, tra
Tra, tra, tírala, tra, dice, tra, tra (Chencho Corleone)

Y yo le digo la modelo
Cómo camina y se juega con su pelo, y lo bien que le sale todo lo que ella hace
La' foto' que siempre postea en la rede'
Como la' planifica' y le pone un mensaje

Sabe que están bien buena' y resalta lo' detalle'
Va por la noche, se pone su mejor traje
Cortito pa' enseñar las pierna' y el nalgaje
Y antes que esto se acabe, ella quiere que la encajen (la más dura)

Do-do-do-dos shots de whisky, do' tequila'
Se pone atrevida, me desafía
Agarra el juguete con cara 'e sátira
Quiere que la deje como media virá

Ya me hizo efecto el alcohol
Me la llevo a un lugar escondío
Nos quedamo' hasta que sale el sol
Y sin ropa junto' amanecimo' (don Chezina)

Bien guillao de gangster, bien guillao de qué
Bien guillao de gánster, guillao de maleante
Como dice, ando con la' baby girls en la nave navegando
E' que de' bichote' están hasta abajo guerreando

Hay una que la veo que se está soltando
To' eso rebotando, sigo cantando, gozando, bailando
Con la flota e' que ando, no le estamo' bajando
Toda' las generaciones van a estar perréando

Que suene el dembow, dale, manos en la pared
Duro, que tú sabe' cómo e'
Que suene el dembow, dale, manos en la pared
Duro, que tú sabe' cómo e'

Si tuviera el break de pedir un deseo, yo te pido
Mami, yo quiero contigo
E' la reina de la discoteca y yo la quiero en mi castillo
Está en busca de castigo, yeah

Llegué solo, llega en corillo, se le nota el brillo
Ante ninguna mujer yo me le arrodillo
Pero, te voy a poner, a agarrarte lo' tobillo'
Y lo' taladro' de lo' mío', mami, no tiran tornillo'

Va a la, va a la, va a la, va a la discoteca y se queda con ellas
Fuego en la' botella', dile que tú anda' con la superestrella
Y yo la vi y dije: "quiero con aquella"
Y mira si me envolví que dije: "pide lo que quiera'"

La' del Whisky de etiqueta azul ella la' sube
Esto se hizo pa' que sude' después de que te maquille' y te perfume'
Y si se vuelve loca, ella regresa en Uber
Casi siempre ella tiene la nota por las nube'

Mami, dile que no tienes señal, yo te quiero enseñar
Par de truco' de frente y de espalda ella se ve genial
Si nos pillan, créeme que yo me las voy a ingeniar
Si te mueves como e', mi amor, yo te voy a premiar y oye (oye, bebé)

Bailando mata, pone reggaetón y se desata
Ella perreando, mientras su amiga la retrata
Viaja el mundo más que una azafata
Se va pa' la playa el domingo y la rescata el pirata

Ponen 3G y quiere que le dé
Ella le mete a coca como si fuera café
Baby, tú me dices, y a tu casa llegaré
Si tú quieres, rápido te comeré

Es que tú sabes que estás buscando que yo te presione
Que nos pasemos la noche guayando pantalones
Muchas envidiosas, pero son imitaciones
Nos vamos pa' lo oscuro sin interrupciones

Que suene el dembow, dale, manos a la pared
Guáyame, tú sabe' cómo e'
Que suene el dembow, dale, manos a la pared
Pero, perréame sin feka, ahí bebé (coge y aprieta)

Tra, tírala, tra, dice, tra, tírala, tra
Tra, tra, tírala, tra, dice, tra, tra (John Travolta)

Voy perreando, estoy perreando
La nota sube, elevando, pow
Perreando, uoh, sigo perreando, uoh
Black y Redbull le sigo dando

Prende la sativa, la que me activa
Tú eres candela viva, no te me cohíba'
Ese booty e' mi carne viva, bailando te sientes viva
Ese outfit me motiva, todo el mundo la mano arriba, ah

Sube la nota que explote, mueve ese culo que azote
Que siga guayando y rebote, mi phillie e' má' largo que un poste
Sube la nota que explote, mueve ese culo que azote
Que siga guayando y rebote, mi phillie e' má' largo que un poste

Estoy perreando, voy perreando
La nota sube, elevando, pow
Voy perreando, estoy perreando
Y nos vamo' skrrt-skrrt en el Lambo'

Y no puede ser casualidad
Que en la disco te vea bailando
Comienza a mirar con tanta sensualidad
Y La Liga sigue matando

Así que déjame ver lo que tienes allá atrá'
Sé que tú estás puesta para darle duro al trap
Si me le pego ella me pide (dame una barría)
Y ya tú estás encendía, ma

Déjame ver lo que tienes allá atrá'
Sé que tú estás puesta para darle duro al trap
Si me le pego ella me pide (dame una barría)
Y ya tú 'tás encendi'a, ma (damas y caballeros)

Dale fuego pa' que se quemen los blone'
Dale fuego pa' que se quemen los blone'
La galla suelta, hoy van a guayar mahone'
Y lo va' a escuchar en todo' los musicone'

Arriba la' mano', orden de cateo
Baby, se tiraron y no son lo' feo'
La que no perree, le bajamo' al lio
Y si me monté en este remix es pa' partir de nuevo

Ponte la mano en la cabeza
Dóblate y ponte en cuatro, y date un buche de cerveza
Perdóname por la cubana de oro, ya sabes que pesa
Yo no uso prenda' de embuste y ahora e' que esta mierda empieza

Pero suénale el dembow pa' que se alborote
No le gustan los trili, a ella le gustan lo' bichote'
Quiere que la ponga en pose, la guaye y la azote
Y quiere impresionarme pa' que la lleve pa'l bote

Y suena el dembow, dale, manos en la pared
Duro, que tú sabe' cómo e'
Que suene el dembow, dale, manos a la pared
Pero, perréame sin feka, ay, bebé (coge y aprieta)

Tra, tírala, tra, dice, tra, tírala, tra
Tra, tra, tírala, tra, dice, tra, tra

3G (feat. Jon Z, Don Chezina, Chencho Corleone & Myke Towers) [Remix]

This is the remix

I breathe in your perfume, we're in luck (The Champions League)
Women entering two by two (This is the remix)
If they come here, it's because they want to (Chencho Corleone)
The night is good to go on a mission (another one from Yandel)

Let the dembow sound, come on, hands on the wall
Guide me, you know how it is (Farruko)
Let the dembow sound, come on, hands on the wall
But, dance with me for real, oh, baby

Tra, throw it, tra, she says, tra, throw it, tra
Tra, tra, throw it, tra, she says, tra, tra (Chencho Corleone)

And I tell her, the model
How she walks and plays with her hair, and how well everything she does turns out
The photos she always posts on the networks
How she plans them and puts a message to them

She knows they're really good and she highlights the details
She goes out at night, puts on her best outfit
Short to show her legs and her butt
And before this is over, she wants to get nailed (the hardest one)

Two-two-two-two shots of whiskey, two tequilas
She gets daring, challenges me
Grabs the toy with a satirical face
Wants me to leave her half virgin

The alcohol has already taken effect on me
I take her to a hidden place
We stay until the sun rises
And we wake up naked together (Don Chezina)

Well thugged up gangster, well thugged up what
Well thugged up gangster, thugged up criminal
As it says, I'm with the baby girls in the ship sailing
It's that the big shots are even warring down below

There's one I see that's letting loose
All that bouncing, I keep singing, enjoying, dancing
With the fleet I'm with, we're not letting up
All generations are going to be dancing

Let the dembow sound, come on, hands on the wall
Hard, you know how it is
Let the dembow sound, come on, hands on the wall
Hard, you know how it is

If I had the break to make a wish, I'd ask for you
Baby, I want you with me
She's the queen of the disco and I want her in my castle
She's looking for punishment, yeah

I arrived alone, she arrives with a crew, her shine is noticeable
I don't kneel before any woman
But I'm gonna put you, grab your ankles
And the drills of mine, baby, don't shoot screws

She goes to the, goes to the, goes to the, goes to the disco and stays with them
Fire in the bottles, tell her you're with the superstar
And I saw her and said: "I want that one"
And look how I got wrapped up I said: "ask for whatever you want"

The ones with the blue label Whiskey she raises them up
This was made for you to sweat after you put on your makeup and perfume
And if she goes crazy, she comes back in an Uber
She almost always has the bill in the clouds

Baby, tell her you don't have signal, I want to show you
A couple of tricks from the front and from the back, she looks great
If they catch us, believe me, I'll figure it out
If you move like that, my love, I'm going to reward you and listen (listen, baby)

She kills it dancing, puts on reggaeton and lets loose
She's dancing, while her friend portrays her
She travels the world more than a flight attendant
She goes to the beach on Sunday and the pirate rescues her

They put on 3G and she wants me to give it to her
She puts cocaine on it like it's coffee
Baby, you tell me, and I'll get to your house
If you want, I'll eat you up fast

It's that you know you're looking for me to pressure you
For us to spend the night taking off pants
Many envious women, but they are imitations
We go to the dark without interruptions

Let the dembow sound, come on, hands on the wall
Guide me, you know how it is
Let the dembow sound, come on, hands on the wall
But, dance with me for real, there baby (grab and squeeze)

Tra, throw it, tra, she says, tra, throw it, tra
Tra, tra, throw it, tra, she says, tra, tra (John Travolta)

I'm dancing, I'm dancing
The note rises, elevating, pow
Dancing, uoh, I keep dancing, uoh
Black and Redbull I keep giving it

Take the sativa, the one that activates me
You're living fire, don't hold back on me
That booty is my living flesh, you feel alive dancing
That outfit motivates me, everyone hands up, ah

Turn up the note and make it explode, move that ass and make it shake
Keep dancing and bouncing, my phillie is longer than a pole
Turn up the note and make it explode, move that ass and make it shake
Keep dancing and bouncing, my phillie is longer than a pole

I'm dancing, I'm dancing
The note rises, elevating, pow
I'm dancing, I'm dancing
And we go skrrt-skrrt in the Lambo

And it can't be a coincidence
That I see you dancing in the disco
You start looking with such sensuality
And La Liga keeps killing it

So let me see what you got back there
I know you're ready to hit it hard to the trap
If I stick to her, she asks me (give me a sweep)
And you're already turned on, ma

Let me see what you got back there
I know you're ready to hit it hard to the trap
If I stick to her, she asks me (give me a sweep)
And you're already turned on, ma (ladies and gentlemen)

Set it on fire so the blonds burn
Set it on fire so the blonds burn
Loose girl, today they're gonna dance mahone
And you're gonna hear it on all the musicones

Hands up, search warrant
Baby, they threw themselves and they're not the ugly ones
The one who doesn't dance, we lower her to the mess
And if I got on this remix it's to start over

Put your hand on your head
Double over and get on all fours, and have a sip of beer
Forgive me for the gold Cuban link chain, you know it's heavy
I don't wear fake jewelry and this shit is just getting started

But play the dembow so it gets rowdy
She doesn't like trifles, she likes the big shots
She wants me to pose her, dance her, and spank her
And she wants to impress me to take her to the boat

And the dembow sounds, come on, hands on the wall
Hard, you know how it is
Let the dembow sound, come on, hands on the wall
But, dance with me for real, oh, baby (grab and squeeze)

Tra, throw it, tra, she says, tra, throw it, tra
Tra, tra, throw it, tra, she says, tra, tra