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Cartel De Santa - Don De Dios Ingles Lyrics

Don de dios (ingles)

What comes out of my voice today
Attacking the "microphone"
My eyes have ever seen
But rumour,
Of a place in the capital,
Federal District in Mexico,
Where impunity
But will be bought outburst,
Where that kills sings
"But I am still the king,"
Which scours march
As in every street law, Czech güey,
There entrepreneurs
Not bring coat or tie,
Pirated discs
Sold millions
And malandros thousand rifan
In the pure alleys,
They hear my songs
Before it leaves the disk,
As seen in exclusive
To the neighborhood of Tepito,
The chile or aguito me,
I was like this the fart,
Nobody can cover the sun with one finger,
Lopez Obrador chance and
Pull for meromero,
Together with the chota, accountants and bankers.

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

For those who know me know
Since I have been a twelve Guarrio,
Nobody tells me I
What life is like in the neighborhood,
I was known to the criminal,
And the betrayal of a brother,
And being locked up
See who is your flesh,
This rhyme is dedicated
Ap 'compass of truth,
If I were you to visit
Know that these included,
Güey that gave me volteon
That date is not forgotten,
Like George and Chepo,
The chile that I have lived,
With respect pa 'Tepito,
As alive as shooting,
Determined to overcome
Pomel arrives with the poster,
Preferable to them singing,
In the street asalte,
Not "wachas" in the verse
Meka my language.

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

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

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