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,
Federal in Mexico,
impunity
But be bought outburst,
Where kills sings
"But I am the king,"
Which march
As in street law, Czech güey,
entrepreneurs
Not bring or tie,
discs
Sold
And malandros thousand
In the alleys,
They hear my
Before it the disk,
As in exclusive
To the of Tepito,
The or aguito me,
I was like the fart,
Nobody can cover the sun one finger,
Obrador chance and
for meromero,
Together with the chota, and bankers.

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

For those who know me
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 were you to
that these included,
Güey gave me volteon
That is not forgotten,
Like and Chepo,
The that I have lived,
With pa 'Tepito,
As as shooting,
to overcome
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 is fair
is narco king, padrote,
King that is what any morrito the neighborhood to become
Head to the
King is fair that (drug), (padrote) show.

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

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