MySpace (part. Don Omar)
Yo te sigo buscando (W & Yandel)
¡Súbelo que tá' escuchando Los Bandoleros Reloaded! (Ajá)
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace, no sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto, no sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono, no sé de ella
¿Será que se buscó a otro? No sé de ella (¡¿cómo?!)
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace, no sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto, no sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono (esperándola), no sé de ella
¿Será que se buscó a otro? No sé de ella (oye la historia) (¡Yandel!)
Me enamoré de una mujer completamente imaginaria
Que con par de letras, en mi corazon penetraba
Sin explicación (sin explicación) (ajá)
Desapareció (desapareció) (ya no la encuentro)
Jugando con mi corazón (eh, eh)
Ella se cambió hasta el nombre
No me deja ni un mensaje
Baby, hit me back, responde
Jugando con mi corazón (eh, eh)
Ella se cambió hasta el nombre
No me deja ni un mensaje
Baby, hit me back, responde (¡ya!)
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor (¡rá!)
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor (¡duro!)
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor (¡Don!)
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor (¡rá!)
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace, no sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto, no sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono, no sé de ella
¿Será que se buscó a otro? (Ajá) No sé de ella (¡¿cómo?!)
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace, no sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (yo no sé de ella), no sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono (ajá), no sé de ella
¿Será que se buscó a otro? No sé de ella (ey, oye, bebé)
Dale, enciende la compu-tadora y sé la autora
De la pasión, del deseo por varia' hora'
Tentadora de cora' (ajá)
Wisin de noche llora, el no verte, el alma me perfora (¡duro!)
Y yo te sigo buscando, y tu no aparece', mi amor crece y crece
Pero a veces sufre el que menos se lo merece
Yo sigo aquí llorando por meses (vuelve)
Pa' que el sufrimiento cese
Sólo me queda una foto
Yo día a día me agoto, lento, troto con el corazón roto
De mi vida tiene' el control remoto
Y yo por ti borracho y loco (¡Don!)
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Que estoy enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor, enfermo de amor
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace, no sé de ella
No deja ni un mensaje de texto, no sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono, no sé de ella
¿Será que se buscó a otro? (Ajá) No sé de ella (¡¿cómo?!)
Ya no sé de ella ni por MySpace, no sé de ella (el rey Don Omar)
No deja ni un mensaje de texto (nuevamente haciendo historia), no sé de ella
Ya no responde ni al teléfono (marcando historia), no sé de ella
¿Será que se buscó a otro? No sé de ella
Básico
Wisin & Yandel, el dúo de la historia
El rey
Sencillo
Acostúmbrate a vivir detrá' de las sombras (el arma secreta)
De objetivo' tan imponente' como nosotro'
¡Nely!
Eliel (lo' reye')
W, W & Yandel (uy, ¡ja!)
W & Yandel (recojan la' maleta')
El rey
W & Yandel (¡duro!)
Jamá' piense' hacerlo
Niño', le' recomendamo' que lo escuchado no lo practiquen en su' hogare'
No le' va a salir
MySpace (feat Don Omar)
I keep looking for you (W & Yandel)
Turn it up, you're listening to Los Bandoleros Reloaded! (Aha)
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore, I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? I don't know about her (how?!)
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone (waiting for her), I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? I don't know about her (listen to the story) (Yandel!)
I fell in love with a completely imaginary woman
That with a couple of letters, penetrated my heart
No explanation (no explanation) (aha)
She disappeared (she disappeared) (I can't find her anymore)
Playing with my heart (eh, eh)
She even changed her name
He doesn't even leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, reply
Playing with my heart (eh, eh)
She even changed her name
He doesn't even leave me a message
Baby, hit me back, answer (now!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (ra!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (hard!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (Don!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love (ra!)
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore, I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? (Uh-huh) I don't know about her (how?!)
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't leave a text message (I don't know about her), I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore (aha), I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? I don't know about her (hey, hey, baby)
Come on, turn on the computer and be the author
Of passion, of desire for various hours
Temptress of heart (aha)
Wisin cries at night, not seeing you, pierces my soul (hard!)
And I keep looking for you, and you don't appear, my love grows and grows
But sometimes the one who suffers the least is the one who deserves it
I'm still here crying for months (comes back)
So that the suffering stops
I only have one photo left
I get exhausted day by day, I trot slowly with a broken heart
He has the remote control of my life
And I'm drunk and crazy for you (Don!)
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love
I'm sick with love, sick with love, sick with love
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her
She doesn't even leave a text message, I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore, I don't know anything about her
Maybe she found someone else? (Uh-huh) I don't know about her (how?!)
I don't know about her anymore, not even on MySpace, I don't know about her (King Don Omar)
She doesn't even leave a text message (again making history), I don't know about her
She doesn't even answer the phone anymore (dialing history), I don't know anything about her
Did she look for someone else? I don't know about her
Essential
Wisin & Yandel, the duo of history
The king
Simple
Get used to living behind the shadows (the secret weapon)
With an objective as imposing as ours
Nely!
Eliel (the king)
W, W & Yandel (oh, ha!)
W & Yandel (pick up your suitcase)
The king
W & Yandel (hard!)
Never think about doing it
Children, we recommend that you do not practice what you have heard in your home
It's not going to work out for you