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

me
I lift on the left of the bed
I'm going to the village and the street me
Many pigs to see me dead
And I'm still alive the dead

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

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

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

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 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 hard are back
For now, we'll it for a while in the fridge
had to shotiar, the guilladera

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

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

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

Here the whole rises, has to go
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 turns there is no breack, we are
We are

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

There are a couple of women who lend by ironing
Look for the shotta comic, mentioning a lot of
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 shoot the weeping
And take your name and delete you from the area
We are gansgta, yes, we have been from the map
there is no superman, no layers

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

AA
From the control
Bastard
Tell me

We are on
That's what God