Luyện nghe bài hát Don de dios (ingles)

What out of my voice today
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 scours
As in street law, Czech güey,
There
Not bring or tie,
discs
Sold
And malandros thousand
In the alleys,
hear my songs
Before it the disk,
As seen in
To the of Tepito,
The chile or me,
I was this the fart,
can cover the sun with one finger,
Lopez chance and
for meromero,
Together the chota, accountants and bankers.

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

For those who me know
I have been a twelve Guarrio,
Nobody me I
What life is 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
Know these included,
Güey gave me volteon
That is not forgotten,
Like and Chepo,
The chile I have lived,
respect pa 'Tepito,
As as shooting,
Determined to
Pomel with the poster,
Preferable to singing,
In the asalte,
Not "wachas" in the
my language.

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

Brothers, betrayals, parrot, hearths, dogs,
Malandros and honors,
In this place anything is fiction,
Just is a Gift of God,
neighborhood districts care,
Hence what mistakes you leave expensive,
does have to pay,
Hardly clear pa 'lasting friendship,
is earned,
But no guarantees you awaken tomorrow,
And do not that this is a myth, everything is real,
is done in Tepito.

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