Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, the trumpet
the fly
That if you have
In the Catherine Zeta 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 good long
her is a fan club Palgas
And she shakes, and my Knock
Think of things
Pa 'que no
With its high-voltage
And her lace
She is the
It's what
With its European Stylite
to 'the smell in the lobby
I saw her, saw her as
And me in the disco
Guilla'o by
And I throw like a

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

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

Diablo, was foul ball ...
Moreover, by means of ...
I have with a rocket launcher ...

(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 kids give flush!)
(Lie pa 'back, my has thorns!)
(My bold, I'm not china!)

Okay, I stay on Pega'o

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

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go violent than Sylvester Stallone
Low of action, my brother
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, you come in.
You you slow the
You see pieces of gum mint
Pa down the smell of cigarette
First, it ensures no corillo
That alone, and if someone walks
Well, you of the scoundrel
You go from the back, this cargo
Listo pa up cemetery
Reunion, and slow, do not say
Your maw and swallows, which will begin the

And I let go as if at
We wrapped our
In a fat bar
The skin 'in sweat sauce
She as any nurse
the leather as cepeda
All a chimera, a diablita 'with bag
We were all night
I came out dark circles
I did the witchcraft
As goldfish in fish left me floating
Heating the broth, directly to the
Wasting no time, as you
The is as low slow
Blow breath minty smell
guayadito to Freddy Kenton
Well, I'm going to talk
Pa the cellular
He to escape
But I spreads
My cream
does 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!)