Luyện nghe bài hát Omb

What's up
We're back up here in the studio dumping tracks
Hard tracks, soft tracks, gangster tracks, weed tracks
We gotta kick a track to tell these
How we live everyday life in
So why don't you that motherfucker in

That's what I'm about
Some gangsta
Some life funk
You know up Vicious
How we get high,
Just peep the ways of the

From the dark of SD, you all know me as the Sombra
Striking motherfuckers like a
Hold the fuck up if you think gonna ride
With this young money making banging in the Westside
I die, I'm gonna be known
For busting raps, applying weed, and busting caps on my
In another state of mind, but can you blame a
I already a million dollars and never attended high school
I keep cool until a motherfucker me
Tripping of sensi, your body messy, Smith and Wessy
let me sleep, she's quick to trip
On any motherfucker thinking that he's creeping, no
So hit the joint, hold it in and it to the left
Make a phony fool feel like his last breath
death when you step out of line
Straight out the 619 where gangsters keep it
At any time so check your nuts when you're heading south
'cause the money making schemes is it's all about

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It's the one man battalion bringing all the
Come around my block and the tension from the cold stare
when you come to the 619
Where motherfuckers do time for crimes

I rhymes for the bangers, blast at these haters
alize and smoke weed with true players
Fakers better hide they come to the Westside
fallen victim to a homicide
It's Mr. Shadow putting it for Beyond
I'm a motherfucking soldier, one little word and on
Bring it on if you to
You better or your heart is gonna stop soon
Make for the Mr. that one thug hurting fools like blisters
as I blitz ya and hit ya, God bless ya
I to tell you little bitches not to test my skills
Now you're calling up the for a new grill
Feel the pain when I storm the rain
I Mary Jane and I love to gang bang
Hang with my dogs, break laws
Take up all and unload on all frauds
When duty calls you that it's a must
To on any motherfucker that you don't trust
on

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Pay attention, interrupt or get jumped on
Wicked San Diego is the city I come from
California, the State is
Thirty eight with hollow points is what I'm holding
Smoking weed my lungs bleed, I need a breather
Underneath the seed I got a baggy of reefer
a motherfucker numb from the fumes
Of this drug that I abuse and that I to use like shoes
No clues to check me down, so hoping
Hope you a better chance of finding your lady getting poked
Ain't that a bitch, a dog chasing it's own tail
It's on my little with the WT cartel
keep coming, Dago's most wanted
For all the fucking drugs and those riots that I
Charted number one on the top ten
All I roll with bald headed balling lunatics
Crucifix hanging from the rear mirror
Oh the ride when we slide, I am your

x2]

So that's basically the way it goes in Dago
And if you can't take the stay the fuck out of my city
You minded motherfucker
We break rules, and you
AP-10s, nine and 38-snubs bitch