Luyện nghe bài hát Desde lo alto (english)

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

(Samo)

If the sky is shot because your to me is minimal,
and you and you time making you the victim,
if impact against rocks in suicidal act
because are determined to get in my sights.
You to aspire to something, well let me know,
maybe you can the dicks of this ram, leave me in peace,
free my and see if it escapes,
I write stories in pavement the soles of my sneakers.
bad, addressed to the messiah,
their 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, style of my room to study,
is no god who stop this flood,
if I with industry experts, not ghosts,
and effect thing, so I make you perfect.
You see, the bis bisa stinks bile
if is animated by ambibas, snakes and mcs with syphilis,
crisis, my gray, so my atmosphere,
It is nothing to expect shit from Metropolis.

(Dan)

Try to stop these 4 of for a while,
I blew up the rap a thousand scribbles,
more burn victims, anchored, let passion,
up here you Eurovision style box.
They are 4 that with gusto, there are no scratches or desire,
and tired of false dreams that
I every year to live without steps,
Bacardi Big while you watch Los Serrano.
While many gain I lose my calm,
that serves the world if I'm in search 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 wounds your mother is a seal,
your neck is dislocated by rock bitch
H sucks of this ink similar heights.
I'm still sad and all for nothing,
I come to find out is it that escapes me,
and so here I go to and I confess,
enhances my instead its own weight.

(Porta)

From above, from here you can not you, so you yell,
lawful, it is written that's my rap that excites you,
Get out of the or if I will be the breaks you,
Fado, Porta, Samo and Dan are, let you in checkmate.
If it is a of age, do you call yourself your competition?,
I'm already ten high even at power,
Put another grain of and carry a whole castle,
flight now and like I started from the ground.
Hasta la vista, at the sky, I am the star,
if I from the top is that I make my mark,
I'm a little shit you see from above,
with only 17 and 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 dreaming and of me,
I rise as slowly as I away from you.
I get by Fado, Samo, Dan, I watch from the clouds,
Here we are, I get what I never had,
a paradise and elevate himself than anyone,
to see who laughs now no one sees me,
flight so high that even above God,
under my feet is the farewell of a world never existed,
wings unfold, I see you so from here,
this is the story of a mc learned to fly by himself.

(Fado)

I place to be neither nor less,
more as well, as always is relative,
no ground, no and poisons sky
I have the antidote to me, my is my oxygen.
I place to be neither nor less,
cold and sometimes I burn,
no ground, no and poisons sky
I have the to me, my lady.
Forjare wound to the back, is a pleasure,
sometimes morbid, a bitter pill to swallow,
must pass sips, nuisance and tell me when I depart,
ahead of reasons, this is the covenant.
Your motivame, crashes,
cles placed in and it'sa shame,
you good, what happened?, was necessary or was a vice?,
all speak of the in its exercise.
San rhyme pride
a patriot of my neighborhood, I'm here, come get me, the trame,
I won it, I'll milkfish are already of rap and notes,
sounds like rap that login with.
Notes fills you with or you the sound of my work,
but I to block, rap life approach
without that, there buts,
only rough biting 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.
From the top, open the wings, I my domain,
the top, dirty signing pacts with demons,
from the top, spit bullets with them a siege,
from above, from above, from above, is my