Luyện nghe bài hát El Moro

Out to the game - el Moro
Withstand the pain - el
Knock out' the frame - el Moro

If ya settle for less - el Moro
Always God - el Moro
out the best - el Moro
We are Moro's - Moro's

(Majid)]

Face the
'Cause you never make it here
I'm making it
You disappear
Something rotten in Denmark like in
I suggest you hold tight to the ones you dear
Damn I'm getting tired of motherfucking snakes
Who's really jealous who's the ones hates
Claiming the got backs but never share their cake
Talking 'bout sharing but all do is take
The ultimate the shit popping you any tournament
Take your rap and it
Majid the name you of it
Calm your asses down the screams at ease
You practice no justice I no peace

(Isam)]

Once 3
Biggie, Pac and Hov
9 out of 10 would put it 2 and one to go
Hearts full of hatred it comes to this rap
Got a (Oh oh) ya best be strapped
Everyday the game is mo' money mo' problems
Mo' on pushing big units mo' violent
Hip hops changed, ain't a black thing G
Young kids in Baghdad 2 on 3
Holla West coast?! Naah West bank for
down, holla for my moros aight
Spit rhymes in Arabic on the same like Jada
You wouldn't if you should head bang or belly dance playa
I'm that sand nigga of Johnny Cochran yaw dig
wide like H.C. Andersen, I won't quit
Don't depend on the rap game, I depend on my
Ya me; I knock you out like prince Naseem

(Lenny)]

Ya lo sabes......

Estan de quicio
Ambicionando escano
pretension
Es, pan o muerte en esta soy tacano
Somos los
Frios esto es necesario
Luz en lo oscuro que que es mi barrio
inculcado sabor en concreto
Pintando mi sangre y mi suburbio por
Vieja foto de lo
Y si ha estado en la portada se me ha ido de la
Soy de las letras
y sincero
Y dentro de mi casa soy todo un
Asi que de aqui al horizonte
la M por El Moro
Anche no capisci

You it....

out of line
Pursue our
Unattainable
It's bread or dead and in jungle I'm niggardly
the Quixotes
Colds we need to be it
Light in the dark say me hometown is
We inculcated flavour in the concrete
my blood and my suburb of course
An old of the already existing
And if it had been in the cover I overlooked it
I'm the bohemian of
and sincere
And my house I'm a pioneer
So from here to the horizon
Raise the M for El
Though you don't get

(Waqas)]

I stay on target a stinger
You me Jinnah
Never lost focus still I came out a
I'm not here to change the world just my house
And scoop up my mom in a coup she needs a new couch
Its you can't run or hide
'Cause we come across like the truth I you no lie
At first underrated these won't last
In no time they will be over as as a finger snap
We beat the critics now who run rap
It feels good even your be faking my autograph
At shows and kisses
Afterwards you us
You can't give us scars that we heal with stiches