Perdónalo Dios (ingles)

Perdónalo Dios (ingles)
Panama was a Latino with a good flow murderer
New York came by 2, 3, 4 enemies
was angry with the Chinese, Colombian and ticos
Live plays that maybe you had bend
driving a corolla always loaded pistol
in the neighborhood said that controlled drugs
the rate was Rankiao when he was cuereao
any man of his house had not borrao
you take away the suspense tale pa
q is what happened to that man what else in the story
A couple of days ago was found dead
with the brain in his chest open and stop

Perdonalo god, because he does not know what makes q
perdonalo God and not let them kill
perdonalo god neighborhoods that make the passes
perdonalo God, forgive God
Perdonalo god, because he does not know what makes q
perdonalo God and not let them kill
perdonalo god neighborhoods that make the passes
perdonalo God, forgive God
and call on the water, which killed meña
4, 5 pa jackals were preparing war
and in search tools, and the twelve metra
and anyone who opposes him flying head
cigars were minors, had a 14
the more plain that the boy was 12 and had
loaded gun always had knife
and threatened you if you put his edge
I feel as if you think you know that it is insanity
shoot, shoot you know that's dementia q
today is not playing with the minds of corduroy
and the blood of a corduroy corduroy because you shoot

Perdonalo god, because he does not know what makes q
perdonalo God and not let them kill
perdonalo god neighborhoods that make the pass
perdonalo God, forgive God
Perdonalo god, because he does not know what makes q
perdonalo God and not let them kill
perdonalo god that neighborhoods make the passes
perdonalo God, forgive God
Japanesse, Jhon 3 nephew
singing the truth
you know
pa my people of the ghetto, my people in the neighborhood pa
Yesterday I saw with my own eyes
methio him like a brother to another brother shot 5
you know not
and also saw
as a violation of type 2 children
I have seen too many things
in the ghetto
but it is the ghetto
you know not
this song is for my people in the neighborhood
singing the truth
you know not
war between neighborhoods has to stop
Up to the Japanesse cry!
jajajaja
I rug buay
you know
pa to the cries
Japa for life