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

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

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

I'm ready at the base, with wica and
If you lower your finger, we'll hunt you down and turn off the
You are street but speak
But his combo is and mine is one hundred

Silent, the listen fuchsia and say woah !!
been kicked out of nine, they've been borrowed
This is for my combo, that are saved
He gets pissed, he goes to the 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
Here in PR there are no
We are gansgta, we are

Hidden pigeons, one does not last a lifetime
And on the avenue, the hard ones are back
For now, make it for a while in the fridge
They had to shotiar, the

They could not to see the whole run in the WB
The mercedez, much thirty, the FN
From the control tower, circling the great
And to they do not indicate 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, lucao ...
You sleep in the lights and we you with wica

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

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

We have, money, bottles and 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 bite or
Bobolon, her dreams, she'll kill you
in PR there are no king
We are gansgta, we are

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

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

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

Simple, I'll shoot the weeping
And I'll take your name and you from the area
We are gansgta, yes, we have been deleted 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, mickey
Many are upset and do not nacky nacky

AA
From the control
Bastard
me partner

We are on
what God wants