Luyện nghe bài hát El Moro

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

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

(Majid)]

Face the
'Cause you will never it here
I'm making it
You better
Something in Denmark like in Shakespeare
I suggest you hold to the ones you hold dear
I'm getting tired of these motherfucking snakes
Who's really who's the ones that hates
Claiming the got backs but they never share cake
'bout sharing but all they do is take
The ultimate the shit popping you any tournament
Take your rap and it
the name you heard of it
Calm your asses the general screams at ease
You practice no justice I convert no

(Isam)]

Once 3
Biggie, Pac and Hov
9 out of 10 would put it 2 and one to go
Hearts full of hatred when it to this rap
Got a classic? (Oh oh) ya be strapped
Everyday the game is growing mo' mo' problems
Mo' concern on pushing big units mo'
Hip hops changed, ain't a thing anymore G
Young in Baghdad showing 2 on 3
Holla coast?! Naah West bank for life
down, holla for my moros aight
Spit rhymes in Arabic on the same level like
You wouldn't know if you 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 on my brain
Ya me; I knock you out like prince Naseem

(Lenny)]

Ya lo sabes......

Estan de quicio
Ambicionando escano
pretension
Es, pan o en esta selva soy tacano
los Quijotes
Frios cuando es necesario
Luz en lo oscuro que dicen que es mi
Hemos inculcado sabor en
Pintando mi sangre y mi suburbio por
foto de lo existente
Y si ha en la portada se me ha ido de la mente
Soy bohemia de las
y sincero
Y dentro de mi casa soy un pionero
Asi que todos de al horizonte
Alcen la M por El
no capisci niente

You it....

They're out of
our bench
Unattainable
It's bread or dead and in this I'm niggardly
We're the
Colds we need to be it
in the dark they say me hometown is
We have inculcated flavour in the
Painting my blood and my suburb of
An old photo of the already
And if it had been in the cover I overlooked it
I'm the of words
Contemporary and
And inside my house I'm a
So everyone from here to the
the M for El Moro
Though you don't get

(Waqas)]

I stay on target like a
You call me
Never lost focus still I out a sinner
I'm not here to the world just clean my house
And scoop up my mom in a coup 'cause she a new couch
Its you can't run or hide
we come across like the truth I tell you no lie
At first underrated these kids won't
In no they will be over as quick as a finger snap
We the critics now look who run rap
It feels good even sister be faking my autograph
At hugs and kisses
Afterwards you us
You give us scars that we can't heal with stiches