Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Assassin

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Bueno...
est todo?...
Bien, bien, qu bueno, qu bueno...
Bueno, a lo que hablando, van a ser 50000 (cincuenta mil) bolas...
25 (veinticinco) y 25 despus...
Y a que usted agarre noticia de que Don ha muerto...
Nos veremos en el de Los Angeles...
Ah por la y la Figueroa...

Hello...how's it going?...
Great, great, good, that's good...
Ok, what we were talking before,
gonna be fifty thousand balls...
Twenty-five now and later...
And you know that Don Miguel has died...
see u in the middle of L.A....
right by The and The Figueroa

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Lookin' in the days of my youth no doubt
I didn't have any role models the truth out
So who am I supposed to up to?
on the corner, or the boys in blue
Now I had 2 choices, could I be?
Down with, with the pigs or the g's,
see, a pig ain't done nothin' for me
But try to me to the penetentiary
The g's on the other hand see me
Callin' in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm unfortunatley
So I think I'll roll with the neighborhood
G's in the hood are
Pigs on the are detrimental
A g's got on his credentials
up ain't easy in the Central

In the soul of the one the gun
Of the Assassin, elimination, blastin',
The lone core to the bone individual
Highly adavanced than average criminal
the shadows I lurk through the alleys
And rooftops, scoped and at your brain
Until we meet in the next again,
Until the 2000 come on in my friend

An OG told me How to make ends
To get the Rolex and the [edit] Benz
All I gotta do is out a few friends
Disappear for a while come back again
I used to to hit them with the long range shot
In time I got in the closer I got
The thing I learned was the knife in hand
to the throat, Oh, how I could kill a man
You could never understand how my mind
The professional methods I use when I do
Enemies and on the contract
No combat, I catch in their Z's

No one ever how the cards get dealt
In the hands of the maker when you yourself
Why do I do do do I do
Nobody was ever there for me to to
Once I was youngster, and true
Now I'm runnin' with the sick, sick
You could never understand I go through
There could be another [edit] fillin' my shoes
I wonder how I made this far
In the set trippin',
Givin' up the set I
Pigs lookin' at me and wanna take aim
But I don't give a [edit] cause all the same

[last line is
the year 2000 my friend