Luyện nghe bài hát El Moro

Out to change the - el Moro
Withstand the pain - el
Knock them out' the - el Moro

If ya don't settle for - el Moro
God bless - el Moro
Take out the best - el
We are - Outland Moro's

(Majid)]

Face the
'Cause you will make it here
I'm making it
You better
Something rotten in like in Shakespeare
I suggest you hold tight to the ones you hold
Damn I'm getting tired of these motherfucking
Who's really jealous the ones that hates
Claiming the got backs but they never share their
'bout sharing but all they do is take
The ultimate the illest shit popping you any
your rap and furnish it
Majid the name you of it
Calm your down the general screams at ease
You practice no justice I convert no

(Isam)]

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

(Lenny)]

Ya lo sabes......

Estan fuera de
Ambicionando nuestro
Inalcanzable
Es, pan o muerte en esta selva soy
Somos los
Frios esto es necesario
Luz en lo oscuro que que es mi barrio
Hemos sabor en concreto
mi sangre y mi suburbio por supuesto
Vieja foto de lo
Y si ha estado en la se me ha ido de la mente
Soy bohemia de las
Contemporaneo y
Y de mi casa soy todo un pionero
Asi que todos de aqui al
la M por El Moro
Anche no capisci

You it....

They're out of
our bench
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 have flavour in the concrete
Painting my and my suburb of course
An old photo of the existing
And if it had been in the then I overlooked it
I'm the bohemian of
and sincere
And inside my I'm a pioneer
So everyone from here to the
the M for El Moro
Though you get this

(Waqas)]

I on target like a stinger
You me Jinnah
Never lost focus still I out a sinner
I'm not to change the world just clean my house
And up my mom in a coup 'cause she needs a new couch
Its you can't run or hide
'Cause we come across the truth I tell you no lie
At underrated these kids won't last
In no time they will be over as as a finger snap
We the critics now look 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 can't heal stiches