Luyện nghe bài hát Don de dios (ingles)

What comes out of my today
the "microphone"
My eyes have ever
But rumour,
Of a in the capital,
District in Mexico,
Where
But will be outburst,
Where kills sings
"But I am the king,"
Which march
As in street law, Czech güey,
entrepreneurs
Not coat or tie,
discs
Sold
And thousand rifan
In the alleys,
They my songs
it leaves the disk,
As seen in
To the of Tepito,
The or aguito me,
I was this the fart,
Nobody can the sun with one finger,
Lopez chance and
for meromero,
Together the chota, accountants and bankers.

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

For who know me know
Since I have been a Guarrio,
tells 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,
This is dedicated
Ap of truth,
If I you to visit
Know these included,
Güey gave me volteon
That is not forgotten,
George and Chepo,
The chile that I lived,
With pa 'Tepito,
As as shooting,
Determined to
Pomel with the poster,
to them singing,
In the asalte,
Not "wachas" in the
my language.

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

Brothers, betrayals, parrot, hearths, dogs,
streets and honors,
In place anything is science fiction,
Just is a Gift of God,
Tepito neighborhood care,
Hence what you leave very expensive,
does have to pay,
Hardly clear accounts pa 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 is fair
That is king as head
That is fair
is narco king, padrote,
King that is what any morrito the wants to become
to the bastard
King is that (drug), fair (padrote) show.