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 game you are winning too many points,
Chungos many rappers artificial voices,
half of is not sold 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 witty eh minds of 16 and then is Queis,
that others do not hear
constant mind!, my notebook is my diary
your rap is clear that the are secondary,
want to be! I'll your street!?,
if, if you the street because you always!?
rock too much talent,
speaking on this motion as if it their own,
Pavement change with new was that imitation,
life, street, not out of his life, they are the of family
middle and upper class, wealthy lives, and speak life
misery if not? boy cousin, the sponsor is, and you
Ravo back to between the and monastic,
righteousness and not the right attitude,
if this is the new school under the 90 I prefer a
Sound to good rhyme content,
only matter as it sounds, flow 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 what makes me alive!
Porta!
Hip-Hop every inch as I write!
Beze!
If this is not rap for you not your concept!
They say he is dead and is not what you are sierto
within!

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

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

They say he is dead but just another
as a lifestyle, a passion,
is love! eh me but never gone aviation,
and acknowledge now if I say Hip-Hop him to his hour,
for its friendly 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 balls on my own gritame
game, boy pistols and with cool poster,
I'm not stereotypical rapper who thinks with his ass,
or cancel lyric, I do not need fists to send clicnica pa,
I have a gun the word mental ability you do not utilisés,
I give you a psychologically Palis, has to evolve quickly,
if it will kill you algundia dies with the rules,
which you create and you believe it is not your fault? lack of arguments,
is the reason why insult respect is in our
streets, if you have to give you better streets,
you lend me the I am screams that you ask I can
change the course of he was writing, and I'm here,
to infuse opinion, you all in the palm,
in your hands the election, the desicion is tulla,
which is the way! Say it loud! high thinking! your horn,
and buy my feelings touch with millions of people,
quedate thinking about letter and reflection

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

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