Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you have
In the Zeta with Stylite
a bit dry
No one challenges her, she is all a
As a in track-and-field
As a to the top
Like a long homerun
her is a fan club Palgas
And she shakes, and my pigeon
of ugly things
Pa no fight
With its high-voltage
And her lace
She is the
what castor
With its European Stylite
Watering to smell in the lobby
I saw her, saw her as
And near me in the
by Sisqo
And I like a cliff

"Look, alone?"
Is there a moon, you be my wolf? "
I a Bulova and I'm in a limo!
Inside it like pine!
Do not be afraid, I am a fine!
I anything!
Indeed, I the Chinese split!
Are you about the Chinese?
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 a rocket 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 on track Pega'o

But I more strings
Voy pa
me a shot of rum
Pa the son
That stubborn such that estilla
Any catches
For my to throw the brides
For married women, and to the
I'm going a hundred miles control
Now I will outshine the
With the high self-esteem
Because the is long
And if it goes fine, goes

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent Sylvester Stallone
Low levels of action, my
There's no ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, you come in.
You you slow the
You see pieces of gum mint
Pa 'knock the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures no corillo
That this alone, and if someone
Well, you Guillas of the
You go the back, where this cargo
pa 'kicking up cemetery
Reunion, and slow, do not say
Your maw and swallows, which begin the saga

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The muddy 'in sweat sauce
She curándome as any
Squeezing the leather as
All a chimera, a mixture diablita bag
We dancing all night
Until I came out circles
I did the witchcraft
As goldfish in fish bowl me floating
Heating the broth, directly to the
Wasting no time, as you
The candy is as low
Blow your breath minty
Well guayadito to Freddy
Well, I'm going to talk
Pa 'ask the
He managed to
But I spreads
My cream
This not make, pai

(With a bit of blush, the touch!)
(And the kids them 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!)