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

me
I lift on the left of the bed
I'm going to the and the street calls me
pigs want to see me dead
And I'm alive among the dead

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

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

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

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 bite or
Bobolon, kill her dreams, kill you
Here in PR are no king
We are gansgta, we are

pigeons, one does not last a lifetime prisoner
And right on the avenue, the hard are back
For now, we'll make it for a while in the
They had to shotiar, the

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

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

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

the whole rises, has to go down
We have not anything yet
We to fire on the avenue

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

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

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

We are still annoyed,
From the castle and I'm ready, just in
I burning hard 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 shoot the weeping
And I'll take your name and delete you from the
We are gansgta, yes, we been deleted from the map
Here is no superman, no layers

I go out to hunt and in the mind pickys
Then we put you and celebrate blacky
This is the real comb, mickey comb
Many are upset and do not last nacky

AA
From the control
canton
Tell me

We are on
That's God wants