Luyện nghe bài hát Dinero, Mujeres Y Botellas (en inglés)

me
I on the left side of the bed
I'm going to the village and the calls me
Many want to see me dead
And I'm still alive among the

want to lower my finger, but they have no power.
We face to face now that they are going to do
Are ten for the breast and three for the
I doubt give them time to respond

I'm at the base, with wica and revolu
If you your finger, we'll hunt you down and turn off the light
You are street but well
But his is forty and mine is one hundred

Silent, the shottas fuchsia and say woah !!
I've kicked out of nine, they've been borrowed
This is for my combo, those that are
He gets pissed, he to the other side

We have, money, and women in the club
We can do it a glock.
For who turns is no breack, we are gansgta
We are

We did not
And dogs that or bark
Bobolon, kill her dreams, kill you
in PR there are no king
We are gansgta, we are

Hidden pigeons, one does not a lifetime prisoner
And right on the avenue, the ones are back
For now, we'll make it for a in the fridge
had to shotiar, the guilladera

They could not to see the whole run in the WB
The mercedez, comb thirty, the FN
From the control tower, the great view
And to which they do not clear faciateza with the view

the glass house last night, I zumbo yaco
I said casper matalos on the with falco
We follow on fire, indicates ...
You sleep in the lights and we hunt you with

I dreamed with a stick, but I saw it dark
Told me tell the magician, we are the hard
They were and it is not known who did it
the father catches them, he's going to hit the floor

Here the whole rises, has to go
We not dropped anything yet
We to fire on the avenue

We have, money, and women in the club.
We can do it a glock.
For who turns there is no breack, we are
We are

We did not
And dogs that or bark
Bobolon, her dreams, she'll kill you
Here in PR there are no
We are gansgta, we are

There are a couple of women who lend by name
Look for the comic, mentioning a lot of name
That if peninsejo, put so-and-so of
You saw Mommy, you bastard, you bastard.

We are annoyed, controlling
From the castle and I'm ready, in case
I keep burning and a greeting
The donkeys come

is for the gansgters
To identify all
I'm a singer
But if they try they die

Simple, I'll the weeping woman
And I'll take your name and you from the area
We are gansgta, yes, we have been from the map
Here is no superman, no layers

I go out to and in the mind couple pickys
we put you and celebrate with blacky
This is the real thirty-foot comb, comb
Many are upset and do not nacky nacky

AA
From the control
canton
me partner

We are on
what God wants