Oscar D’León "Mirala" lyrics

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Mirala

Zona 7, Masucamba, y Oscar D' León,Hermano! , cómo! , sabroso!

Mi niña morena, mi niña morena,Mi niña morena, de Venezuela esComo te quiero te quiero hija bellaTu es, lo, lo eh, lo eh.

Mi niña morena, mi niña morena,Mi niña morena, de Venezuela esComo te quiero te quiero hija bellaTu es, lo, lo eh, lo eh.

Coro:Mírala, mírala, míralaNo me la vayan a tocarMírala, mírala, mírala,Mírala, míralaPorque es mi niña consentida.

Mírala, mírala, míralaNo me la vayan a tocarMírala, mírala, mírala,Mírala, míralaPorque es mi niña consentida.

Yao!, mucho gusto Oscar,Qué tal, cómo le va,Mi nombre es Maner,Que a su hija vio bailarLe vo' a contar estoQue sólo es una casualidadYo vacilando en la discoY no lo pude evitar, la conocí,Me gustó como su cuerpo meneaba,Bailando reggaeton, tú sabes,Nadie le ganaba, y estaba,Como ella quería,Ella me miraba y yo nada le decía.

Lo que le dicen cuando la ven caminar,Se lo dicen a toas' las mujeres,Demuéstrenle que la quieren,Por favor no la vayan a engañar.

Ustedes son iguales todos,Y mi papá, quizás también,Cómo!Mi corazón es de uno sóloDe quién!Así que toos' pórtense bien,Porque como yo, no van a encontrarOtra mujer que les de mambo,Porque como yo, no van a encontrarOtra que baile mejor el lembow,Porque como yo, no van a encontrarOtra mujer que les de mambo,Porque como yo, no van a encontrarOtra que baile mejor el lembow.

Coro:Mírala, mírala, míralaNo me la vayan a tocarMírala, mírala, mírala,Mírala, míralaPorque es mi niña consentida.

Mírala, mírala, míralaNo me la vayan a tocarMírala, mírala, mírala,Mírala, míralaPorque es mi niña consentida.

Mm,Con su permiso, un placer para mí,Señor Oscar D' León, mi nombre es Joker,Que bailó con su hija reggaeton,Cómo!No se moleste Don, que yo tambiénSoy un machero y me paseo por el malecón,A mí me gusta ella, mi morena costeña,Con masucamba, ay carambaYo se lo puedo asegurar,Que conmigo su hija no llorará.

No vas a llorar, no vas a llorar,Conmigo su hija no lloraráNo llora, no llora, no llora, no llora,No llora, llorarás,Conmigo su hija no lloraráAy nunca, ay nunca vas a llorar mamá,Conmigo su hija no lloraráTu es, ni una lágrima derramaras,Conmigo su hija no llorará.

Si, si, si, si me lo pide primero,Yo me caso con ella,Que es la hija del sonero,Yo me caso con ella,Una estrella, le regalaría,Si me pide el cielo, yo se lo bajaría.

Si, si, si, si me lo pide primero,Yo me caso con ella,Te lo dice Daddy Yankee,Yo me caso con ella,Una estrella, le regalaría,Si me pide el cielo, yo se lo bajaría.

Mi niña morena, mi niña morena,Mi niña morena, de Venezuela esComo te quiero te quiero hija bellaTu es, lo, lo eh, lo eh.

Mi niña morena, mi niña morena,Mi niña morena, de Venezuela esComo te quiero te quiero hija bellaTu es, lo, lo eh, lo eh.

Coro:Mírala, mírala, míralaNo me la vayan a tocarMírala, mírala, mírala,Mírala, míralaPorque es mi niña consentida.

Mírala, mírala, míralaNo me la vayan a tocarMírala, mírala, mírala,Mírala, míralaPorque es mi niña consentida.

De Venezuela para el mundo,Zona 7, Masucamba, y Oscar D' León,Gózalo, gózalo, gózalo.Tú, y tú, y tú, y tú.Yao, yao! Zona 7, y el sonero del mundo,De Mi Zona, Pa' Tu Zona.

Look at her

Zona 7, Masacumba and Oscar D' León,Brother! What! Tasty!

My brunette girl, my brunette girl,My brunette girl, she's from VenezuelaI love you so much, I love you beautiful daughterYou see, she is, she is, she is.

My brunette girl, my brunette girl,My brunette girl, she's from VenezuelaI love you so much, I love you beautiful daughterYou see, she is, she is, she is.

Chorus:Look at her, look at her, look at herDon't anybody touch herLook at her, look at her, look at herLook at her, look at herBecause she's my spoiled girl.

Look at her, look at her, look at herDon't anybody touch herLook at her, look at her, look at herLook at her, look at herBecause she's my spoiled girl.

Yao! Nice to meet you Oscar,What's up, how's it going?My name's Maner,Who saw your daughter danceI'm gonna tell you thisIt happened just by chanceMe enjoying myself at the discoAnd I couldn't help it, I met herI liked how she moved her bodyDancing to reggaeton, you knowNo-one could beat her, and she had itLike she wantedShe was looking at me and I didn't say a thing.

What she's told as she walks aroundIs what you say to every womanShow her that you love herPlease don't fool her

You're all the same,And my daddy, maybe too,What!My heart belongs to just oneWho!So behave everyone,Because you won't find another one like me,Who spices up your lifeBecause you won't find another one like me,Who dances to lembow better than me,Because you won't find another one like me,Who spices up your lifeBecause you won't find another one like me,Who dances to lembow better than me.

Chorus:Look at her, look at her, look at herDon't anybody touch herLook at her, look at her, look at herLook at her, look at herBecause she's my spoiled girl.

Look at her, look at her, look at herDon't anybody touch herLook at her, look at her, look at herLook at her, look at herBecause she's my spoiled girl.

Hmm,If you'll excuse me, it's been a pleasureSir Oscar D' León, my name's Joker,Who danced with your daughter to reggaeton,What!Don't trouble yourself Don, turns out I'm alsoA gentleman and I stroll along the pier,She's who I like, my brunette from the coast,With masucamba, oh my gosh!I can assure you,With me your daughter will never cry.

You won't cry, you won't cry,With me your daughter will never cryShe doesn't cry, doesn't cry, doesn't cry, doesn't cry,Doesn't cry, you'll never cry,With me you daughter will never cryOh never, oh you'll never cry baby,With me you daughter will never cryYou see, you won't shed a single tearWith me you daughter will never cry.

If, if, if, if she asks me first,I'll marry her,Who is the cadence player's daughter,I'll marry her,I'd give her a star,If she asks for the heaven, I'd get it for her.

If, if, if, if she asks me first,I'll marry her,Daddy Yankee's telling you,I'll marry her,I'd give her a star,If she asks for the heaven, I'd get it for her.

My brunette girl, my brunette girl,My brunette girl, she's from VenezuelaI love you so much, I love you beautiful daughterYou see, she is, she is, she is.

My brunette girl, my brunette girl,My brunette girl, she's from VenezuelaI love you so much, I love you beautiful daughterYou see, she is, she is, she is.

Chorus:Look at her, look at her, look at herDon't anybody touch herLook at her, look at her, look at herLook at her, look at herBecause she's my spoiled girl.

Look at her, look at her, look at herDon't anybody touch herLook at her, look at her, look at herLook at her, look at herBecause she's my spoiled girl.

From Venezuela to the world,Zona 7, Masucamba, and Oscar D' León,Enjoy it, enjoy it, enjoy it.You and you and you and you.Yao, yao! Zona 7, and the world's cadence player,From my zone to your zone.

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