Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you breast
In the Catherine Zeta Stylite
a bit dry
No one her, she is all a goal
As a in track-and-field
As a to the top
a good long homerun
Behind her is a fan club
And she shakes, and my pigeon
Think of ugly
Pa 'que no
its high-voltage nalgaje
And her outfit
She is the
It's what
its European Stylite Rome
Watering to 'the smell in the
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
by Sisqo
And I like a cliff

"Look, alone?"
Is a full moon, you be my wolf? "
I have a and I'm in a limo!
Inside it like pine!
Do not be afraid, I am a fine!
I anything!
Indeed, I shot the split!
Are you scared about the
Do not get hysterical!
I dance like in "Fiesta En America", then! "

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

Diablo, this was foul ...
Moreover, by of punch ...
I have tira'o with a launcher ...

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)
(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the give them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)

Okay, I stay on track

But I have strings
Voy pa
Give me a of rum
Pa the son
this stubborn such that estilla
Any devil
For my mother to throw the
For married women, and to the
I'm going a miles without control
Now I will outshine the
the rather high self-esteem
Because the night is
And if it fine, goes palga

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent than Stallone
Low levels of action, my
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, when you in.
You you take the
You see three pieces of gum
Pa down the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures that no
That this alone, and if walks
Well, you of the scoundrel
You go the back, where this cargo
pa 'kicking up cemetery
Reunion, and slow, do not say
Your maw and swallows, which will the saga

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The muddy 'in sweat sauce
She as any nurse
the leather as cepeda
All a chimera, a mixture 'with bag
We were all night
I came out dark circles
I did the witchcraft
As goldfish in fish bowl left me
the broth, directly to the mambo
Wasting no time, as you
The candy is as low
your breath minty smell
Well guayadito to Freddy
Well, when I'm going to
Pa 'ask the
He managed to
But I spreads
My shaving
This not make, pai

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)
(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the give them flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)