Luyện nghe bài hát Desde lo alto (english)

From the top, to vocalize your impacts,
above, polluted your brain extracts,
from above, Fado, Samo and Dan rap accurate
from above, here my style intact.
the top, open the wings, I show my domain,
from the top, dirty signing pacts demons,
the top, spit bullets with them formed a siege,
from above, from above, above, is my approach.

(Samo)

If the sky is shot your important to me is minimal,
and you and you spend time you the victim,
if impact against rocks in suicidal act
because are determined to get in my sights.
You want to to something, well let me know,
maybe you can lick the dicks of this ram, me in peace,
free my and see if it escapes,
I write in pavement with the soles of my sneakers.
Stakes bad, to the messiah,
words go pa Mass, I burn that church,
promises, kisses, cups, forged
verses, collars, treats my lactencia.
Just trust me and mine, do not believe in I see,
guided me through my light today and all is not shining,
Bio and Dan are not so far the stars,
C2 sincere 3, the pool, have opened it.
Pilla, dirty style of my to study,
is no god who stop this flood,
if I connect industry experts, not ghosts,
and effect thing, so I will you perfect.
You see, the bis bisa endibo bile
if this is by ambibas, snakes and mcs with syphilis,
crisis, my gray, so my atmosphere,
It is nothing to expect this from Metropolis.

(Dan)

Try to these 4 of kerosene for a while,
I blew up the rap after a scribbles,
burn victims, anchored, let your passion,
From up here you style box.
They are 4 started with gusto, there are no scratches or desire,
and of false dreams that elude
I every year to live without steps,
Bacardi Big while you watch Los Serrano.
While many capital I lose my calm,
that serves the world if I'm going in of the soul,
and not here, not this, so I do not to annoy,
but warns if the encounter clothes.
I stand, bullets hit in the mouth,
heal some with your mother is a seal,
your neck is by farlopa rock bitch
H of this ink with similar heights.
I'm sad and happy all for nothing,
I come to find out what is it that me,
and so here I go to and I confess,
my problems instead its own weight.

(Porta)

From above, here you can not hear you, so you yell,
once lawful, it is written that's my rap that you,
Get out of the or if I will be the breaks you,
Fado, Porta, and Dan are, they let you in checkmate.
If it is a matter of age, do you call your competition?,
I'm already ten high even at power,
Put another grain of and carry a whole castle,
flight now and like everyone I started the ground.
la vista, looks at the sky, I am the star,
if I spit from the top is that I my mark,
I'm a little shit that you see above,
with 17 and already I am on saliva.
And is that still just a kid I took a lead,
attacks, I raised to the sky low, drums, boxes,
straw making you're still and thinking of me,
I rise as slowly as I away from you.
I get by with Fado, Samo, Dan, I watch the clouds,
Here we are, then I get what I had,
a paradise and elevate himself higher anyone,
to see who laughs now no one sees me,
flight flying so that even above God,
under my feet is the of a world that never existed,
wings unfold, I see you so small here,
this is the story of a mc learned to fly by himself.

(Fado)

I to be neither more nor less,
worth as well, as always is relative,
no ground, no and poisons sky
I the antidote to me, my lady is my oxygen.
I place to be more nor less,
cold and sometimes I burn,
no ground, no and poisons sky
I the antidote to me, my lady.
Forjare wound to the back, is a pleasure,
morbid, sometimes a bitter pill to swallow,
must pass several sips, nuisance and tell me I depart,
Always ahead of reasons, is the covenant.
Your motivame, crashes,
cles in pomp and it'sa shame,
you were good, happened?, was necessary or was a vice?,
all of the essence in its exercise.
San rhyme pride
a patriot of my neighborhood, I'm here, come get me, the trame,
I won it, milkfish are already years of rap and notes,
sounds like rap that casts with.
Notes fills you or you like the sound of my work,
but I to block, rap bitch approach
without that, there buts,
only rough rhymes like dogs.

From the top, to your helmet impacts,
from above, your brain extracts,
from above, Fado, Samo and Dan rap accurate
from above, from my style intact.
the top, open the wings, I show my domain,
from the top, dirty pacts with demons,
from the top, spit bullets with formed a siege,
from above, from above, from above, is my