Luyện nghe bài hát Dicen que esta muerto (en inglés)

Grans! Beze! Porta! Not sons of bitches! 2008,
say! than! Beze!, Grans!, Porta! 2008, he was
come!. is Hip-Hop! than!

In this game you are winning too points,
Chungos many rappers with voices,
half of life is not to us,
his claim that they see are the real
and they'd better! because the is very demanding,
but is more consistent so you can not do,
are more eh minds of 16 and then is that Queis,
that others do not hear
constant mind!, my notebook is my diary
your rap is clear the lyrics are secondary,
want to be! make your street!?,
if, if you speak the because you always!?
boasted too much talent,
speaking on this motion as if it their own,
Pavement will change with new was imitation,
life, street, not out of his life, they are the of family
middle and class, wealthy lives, and speak with life
misery if not? boy cousin, cursing the is, and you
back to between the legs and monastic,
righteousness and not call the attitude,
if this is the new school under the 90 I prefer a
Sound to good rhyme content,
only matter as it sounds, this carcinogenesis,
pointers casino, your violent? que va! only an murderer,
I'm a de son and my girl is a groupie,
rappers van de snoop dog and or snoopy!

Grans!
They can not kill makes me feel alive!
Porta!
Hip-Hop Resusita inch as I write!
Beze!
If this is not rap for you not your concept!
They say he is dead and is not you are killing sierto
within!

After twenty MCs be enemies,
I this is true! Come by my no more witnesses,
is my friend and although in the past,
I him eh eh eh apologized and RECON
matais not rap are my patience,
but stick after stick and my resistance,
and shit it makes me I have pistols,
and tip? if in the GTA haha!,
Midel! will create the de la creme
and they you if you think you're a 50cent
who is going to hit the more you sweat if
nothing but a mask but will not,
with the of truth Siqueiros more?
looking for fame! ami and I do not care!
I labels and accept no!
not for or for enamirar for Apollo,
yo ago rap dirty 4x4 and so it gives me,
I show in ensesto your basket!
soon rest with the of speech!
I to it fresh if it is spent!
as a macabre resctos rest!
Much bling bling and Jollas postisas,
everyone who is the captain of the ship nodrisa
I climbed the charts, light up a fucking
you're a of clothes and shit and me the heart of people,
question on the street which is the musca hear the b-boys,
whore the noise, today, I give the fight,
and the passage I recorded my work in vain,
pa to beg my hat in the park!

Grans!
They can not kill what makes me alive!
Porta!
Hip-Hop every inch as I write!
Beze!
If this is not rap for you not your concept!
say he is dead and is not what you are killing sierto
within!

They say he is dead but just another
as a lifestyle, a passion,
is love! eh me but never gone aviation,
and now if I say Hip-Hop llegao him to his hour,
R-A-P for its feel, sit! hear me,
M C I am and asta la muerte! I do not believe in luck,
you tell me you fear? if you have on my own gritame
game, boy with pistols and cool poster,
I'm not that stereotypical who thinks with his ass,
or cancel lyric, I do not need fists to send clicnica pa,
I have a gun the word ability that you do not utilisés,
I give you a psychologically Palis, this has to quickly,
Hip-Hop if it will kill you algundia dies the rules,
which you and you believe that it is not your fault? lack of arguments,
is the reason why insult is lacking in our
streets, if you nothing to give you better streets,
you me the attention I am screams that you ask I can
the course of what he was writing, and I'm here,
to another opinion, you all in the palm,
have in hands the election, the desicion is tulla,
which is the way! Say it loud! thinking! Direct your horn,
Compact and buy my feelings with millions of people,
quedate about this letter and reflection

Grans!
They can not what makes me feel alive!
Porta!
Resusito every inch as I write!
Beze!
If this is not rap for you not your concept!
They say he is dead and is not you are killing sierto
within!

They say he is dead and my I abala,
super modern and Flipper the bad,
I never think about what I sell when I write in my
but do not know if speak not fire bullets,
do not know rapper and have alternatives,
to that writing is the least of rhyme,
alla bottles of grams and a dig, do not look
we hear is, "Devemos respect each
one has his style of tactics but evntas me parese super
then do not say that 50 is not, tell me when the real kicks
your CD and say it! facha gangzta tactics of the cren or not at home!, is what
going to turn music on your farce
as you see I saw this course collaboration rapstar hiso first was
reach out and ask for pasta! you do it wrong on with commercial intent,
comaercial underground you can not,
conosemos all that someone behind bars
and that in the street does not pluck his eyebrows
culture and this call is of educated,
put it hard when they think with insults,
hahaha see you do not know what you do not wear
in forums or to myspace
you do not fame salts in the media talk about drama
and your is comedy but wishing to sound fresh sounds
fresh prince! are only samples were skis