Luyện nghe bài hát El Jugador (The Player)

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

1]
Mi querida... Centro
Aqui en Houston ganando mi
En la esquina la vida es
Le a Dios que me cuide a mi nina
Mira, mi jale es la
Vendiendo libras que vienen del
Si mi madre me
Mi familia va
Mi bandera era mi
Es whateva bustin no
Quiero que que yo soy la muerte
Si te sera pura suerte...

Capish the touch
Let a G show you how to a man to dust
L.A. to York que es puro amor
For all who got love for El
Houston to Nuevo
Three on tha microphone
with crome
True family, enemies 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 this killers slash poet
I blow with duss, like
You bitches, talkin' off a pot you piss in
Chill homes, cause you ain't hard
Faud, frossin' in own backyard
I'm world 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 Records
-Man up "LOS"
-up with my bitch Snow
-She's going for
-Cool, start with 50 then...

3]
I'm in the sport, we import
What you
Leavin court, straight to the airport
I d