Luyện nghe bài hát Aguacatona (english)

Hold the pigeon, keep the
the fly
That if you breast
In the Catherine Zeta Stylite
a bit dry
No one challenges her, she is all a
As a trophy in
As a to the top
Like a long homerun
Behind her is a fan Palgas
And she shakes, and my pigeon
of ugly things
Pa no fight
With its nalgaje
And her lace
She is the
It's what
With its Stylite Rome
Watering to 'the smell in the
I saw her, saw her as
And near me in the
by Sisqo
And I throw like a

"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 Chayanne in "Fiesta En America", then! "

"Oh, baby, hush!
rubbing! "

Diablo, was foul ball ...
Moreover, by means of ...
I have tira'o 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 track

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

Mira, mira,
For, partner,
You go more violent than Stallone
Low of action, my brother
no hurry ...
(But I a cheese!)
Look, Bobby, it
Look, when you in.
You you slow the
You see three of gum mint
Pa 'knock down the smell of
First, it that no corillo
That this alone, and if someone
Well, you of the scoundrel
You go from the back, where 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 our masses
In a fat bar
The skin muddy 'in sweat
She as any nurse
Squeezing the as cepeda
All a chimera, a diablita 'with bag
We dancing all night
Until I out dark circles
I did the witch
As goldfish in fish left me floating
Heating the broth, to the mambo
Wasting no time, as you
The is as low slow
Blow your minty smell
Well to Freddy Kenton
Well, when I'm going to
Pa the cellular
He managed to
But I poderle
My cream
does not make, pai

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