Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Kid

Way, way, way days, the year, 1983
Had to get a job, had to make some
Picked up a pen and a pad, droppes
Never thinking that I would live to see the day I my own CD

We used to do the we called wobie-wobie
Now S.T.P. 1993, so get out my way
My mom's seems like yesterday, "Love Jesus, don't forget to pray."
She most have gone the boss D.J. Right?

Next thing you know, skinny with the 9 mm
he who has the money has the authority
And respect to the man the ozi

The 808 kit is on my hit
And this cooking like a piped out bliss
It wasn't hard to do, it so
Because to me loops naturaly
Mom's words seem yesterday

And now in '94 we got an S.T.P
A half of smokes, and oh yes, aunt Bea
A fifteen pack of Old
A Dalmation and a girlfriend, but I got no mon-ne-ne-ne

The 808 is my reach
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Beach
If you think hollywood didn't get what he deserved
808 kid to get served