Rumba Trap-Mp3

Look, as a kid I just wanted to fit in So I did whatever the crowd did And one day I asked this girl at school That I thought was cute: "Ayy, what you listening to?" She said "I like everything, you know. Everything except country" "Me too" And I ain't never gave it a shot But they said it was wack, so I figured it's true Fast forward twenty years later You might catch me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player I got a little older, formed my own opinion Stopped letting other people do my own thinking Sometimes I wonder how many things I've passed by And even passed judgement 'fore I gave it a try So I keep a open mind, no exceptions So man, I'm going country, I hope you get the message, yeah (Uh) I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh They gon' love me when I pull up to this party Bumping country (Haha) Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh (Yeah) I think you might like you some country (Yeah) Ooh-ooh-ooh What if you end up liking? Well, I grew up in a home Where my father wasn't in the home So once in a while, I'd visit on the weekend My Italian side, and that's when I'd see him Capisc'? (Ha) I remember speaking in detail But only got football and females A girlfriend? He asked if I had one And if so, never bring home a black one "It must something wrong with them" Well, that's what I thought back then I wonder what his parents taught him The irony is: the closest thing I had to a dad was a black man They say don't judge a book by its cover And never judge a man by his skin And never judge a song by its genre or hearts of the monsters That we should really fight against But it seems like I know you heard this before: Rap is for the gangsters Country's for the cowboys, R&B is for the ladies, not true If you don't know me, uh, you can't judge me, uh They gon' love me when I pull up to this party Bumping country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh Why don't you give it a try? You might like country Ooh-ooh-ooh What if you end up liking? You might catch me bumping Kenny Rogers in the player

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Son los lideres W, Yandel! Algo me esta pasando, me enamoré de repente Será su boca o sus ojitos color del mar, y yo Quiero un beso, que me caliente el alma entera Solo un beso, bailame, zumba morena Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Que siga la rumba, la fiesta Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Bailame, zumba morena Doble, doble, doble, doble U Ella va, con su tumbao' de lao' a lao' se menea' Su mirar, como diosa del mar que baila sola en la arena La veo y siento que ella es algo diferente Con solo un roce es una dosis de aguardiente Yo percibo su intensión, eres mas que una adicción Es como una conexión, que quita el dolor Dame un poco de tu piel, como aquella noche en el hotel Tu cuerpo se impacienta, te juro que contigo quiero otra vez Solo dame un poco de tu piel, como aquella noche en el hotel Tu cuerpo se impacienta, te juro que contigo quiero otra vez Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Que siga la rumba, la fiesta Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Bailame, zumba morena No dejes caer Duro, muevelo rico, te explico Te mueves y siento que me derrito Vamonos al circuito, ella es la jefa lo admito Tu me princesa, yo tu papasito La noche es tuya ¿dime qué tú vas a hacer? La discoteca romper El tiempo detener, dejame ver Si me das un beso yo me lleno de poder Ella tiene la magia, la destreza Elegancia que a mi me domina Se me pega bailando traviesa Mami fuerte que a mi me fascina Acecina, vitamina La proteína me mata detrás de la cortina Dosis, me tomo bencina Super femenina cuando prende las turbinas Algo me esta pasando, me enamoré de repente Será su boca o sus ojitos color del mar, y yo Quiero un beso, que me caliente el alma entera Solo un beso, bailame, zumba morena Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Que siga la rumba, la fiesta Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Eh, eh, eh, eh Bailame, zumba morena Doble, Yandel Los Lideres Hyde Desde la base Chris Jeday O'neil Multimilla Records