Luyện nghe bài hát El Jugador (The Player)

-Que Frost, how you been homeboy?...
wuz up dawg...
-Check it out man, I want you to meet my number one Low-G...
-Hey, Low-G, where you Homes?...

1]
Mi querida... America
en Houston ganando mi feria
En la esquina la es fina
Le pido a Dios que me cuide a mi
Mira, mi es la calle
libras que vienen del valle
Si mi madre me
Mi familia va
Mi era mi guerra
Es whateva no cualquiera
Quiero que que yo soy la muerte
Si te escapas pura suerte...

Capish the touch
Let a G show you how to turn a man to
L.A. to Nueva York que es puro
For all who got love for El
Houston to Nuevo
Three bandidos on tha
Stike with
True crime family, pay
die happily...

2]
Assault riffles, snipers
Got my rival, in they die
You don't us cool, but don't show it
Who wanna fuck with killers slash poet
I blow duss, like nitro-gliset
You bitches, love talkin' off a pot you in
Chill homes, cause you that hard
Faud, in your own backyard
I'm wide in the two tone blow ride
You grow high, might seen it
Baby that's my life hater, heart
Life taker now, cry later...

-Dope House
-Man up "LOS"
-up with my Snow White
-She's going for
-Cool, start with 50 then...

3]
I'm in the sport, where we
you snort
Leavin court, goin straight to the
I d