Luyện nghe bài hát Don de dios (ingles)

What comes out of my voice
the "microphone"
My eyes have seen
But rumour,
Of a in the capital,
District in Mexico,
Where
But will be outburst,
that kills sings
"But I am the king,"
Which march
As in every street law, güey,
There
Not coat or tie,
discs
Sold
And thousand rifan
In the alleys,
They hear my
it leaves the disk,
As in exclusive
To the of Tepito,
The chile or me,
I was like the fart,
can cover the sun with one finger,
Lopez chance and
for meromero,
Together the chota, accountants and bankers.

King is fair
That is king as head
King is fair
That is king, padrote,
King that is what any the neighborhood wants to become
to the bastard
King is fair that (drug), (padrote) show.

For those who me know
I have been a twelve Guarrio,
Nobody me I
What is like in the neighborhood,
I was to the criminal,
And the of a brother,
And being up
See who is flesh,
rhyme is dedicated
Ap of truth,
If I were you to
that these included,
Güey that gave me
date is not forgotten,
Like and Chepo,
The chile I have lived,
respect pa 'Tepito,
As as shooting,
to overcome
Pomel arrives the poster,
to them singing,
In the asalte,
Not "wachas" in the
my language.

That is fair
That is king as bastard
King is fair
That is king, padrote,
that is what any morrito the neighborhood wants to become
Head to the
King is fair (drug), fair (padrote) show.

Brothers, betrayals, parrot, hearths, dogs,
streets and honors,
In this place is science fiction,
everything is a Gift of God,
Tepito districts care,
what mistakes you leave very expensive,
Where does to pay,
Hardly clear accounts pa friendship,
is earned,
But no that you awaken tomorrow,
And do not believe that is a myth, everything is real,
Everything is in Tepito.

That is fair
is king as head bastard
That is fair
is narco king, padrote,
King that is what any morrito the neighborhood wants to
Head to the
is fair that (drug), fair (padrote) show.