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 agarre noticia de que Don Miguel 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 bout before,
They're gonna be fifty balls...
Twenty-five now and later...
And you betta know Don Miguel has died...
see u in the middle of L.A....
right by The Pico and The

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Lookin' in the days of my youth no doubt
I have any role models kickin' the truth out
So who am I supposed to up to?
[Edit] on the corner, or the boys in
Now I had 2 choices, could I be?
with, runnin' with the pigs or the g's,
Let's see, a pig done nothin' for me
But try to me to the penetentiary
The g's on the hand wanna see me
shots in the hood, recruitin' homies
Either way I'm unfortunatley
So I think I'll roll with the neighborhood
G's in the are influential
on the street are detrimental
A g's got on his credentials
Growin' up ain't 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 your average
the shadows I lurk through the alleys
And rooftops, scoped and at your brain
Until we in the next world again,
the year 2000 come on in my friend

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

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

[last line is
Until the year my friend