Luyện nghe bài hát Cisco Kid

Way, way, way days, the year, 1983
Had to get a job, had to make mon-ne-ne
up a pen and a pad, droppes reality
Never thinking that I live to see the day I rocked my own CD

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

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

The 808 kit is on my hit
And beat's cooking like a piped out bliss
It hard to do, it so easy
Because to me loops naturaly
Mom's words seem like

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

The 808 is within my
Sublime beats are comin' straight from Long
If you think that hollywood didn't get what he
Call 808 kid to get