Letra de En mi barrio (ingles)

Ayala, come in yao!
These are the things that happen in the neighborhood
Your PA deer!

It seems an ordeal stage in my neighborhood
They have become a legendary warrior sicario victim and victimizer

In my neighborhood we live hunting,
In my neighborhood we live running
In my neighborhood there are churches praying
Some die and others grow
In my neighborhood are passed stealing
In my neighborhood are passed selling
In my neighborhood guards are passed and I am talking about this step repentance

It seems an ordeal stage in my neighborhood
They have become a legendary warrior sicario victim and victimizer

In my neighborhood where the notorious Guillen
Most Wanted that the spoils of corsair
All the ground and starting the holgorio
More tasting plan and to pray a rosary

BAM to enter the Candela
Remove ring that the watch chain and bracelet
And do not neglect the portfolio and ensures that any kind of sick
cholas you fly
Continuation of a cough cepuela there to spur the world to see
And that does not run that flies,
Here the drama is revealed,
And that the flies look good beans.

In my neighborhood we live smoking,
In my neighborhood we live drinking.
In my neighborhood we live Pipi, injecting, and are huala
consuming.

It seems an ordeal stage in my neighborhood
They have become a legendary warrior sicario victim and victimizer

It seems an ordeal stage in my neighborhood
They have become a legendary warrior sicario victim and victimizer

In my neighborhood we live dreaming,
In my neighborhood we live there are already children for
In my neighborhood we live spend the years and they still live Vahid pots

Not if your cooperation when you watch guide
I do not know if this willing to get batteries
Before dawn one you velauigaaa
Breathe choteao you to the suspense, is the beginning sustain the effort
That history is immense, which Boll in the streets and
those who are prisoners
In my neighborhood we live dreaming,
In my neighborhood we live there are already children for
In my neighborhood we live spend the years and they still live Vahid pots

In my neighborhood we live hunting,
In my neighborhood we live running
In my neighborhood there are churches praying
Some die and others grow

It seems an ordeal stage in my neighborhood
It´s good to know that where sin abounds, grace sobreabunda!
And in my neighborhood there is still power, its power and glory