Luyện nghe bài hát Somethin To Bump To

[Mr.
with us and let's toast
Chillin in the coast
Finest City with the hoes, San Diego
Feelin the urge to choken, token,
But provokin [nation]
I lovin the face facin
Chasin firme
Havin to and dinna
To bump and her
Playa can not find us
Cause I'm san diego's
Chicanos mirando la ?
ando delitos humanos ese
ahora levanta la manos gent
Cause I'm the one the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
Cause I'ma stun you the tip of my tongue
Smokin a blunt passin it to the
To my OFI
it goes around to the homie Spanish Fly
Why, we gotta get high, so high
Party wit the ladies to the crack of sun
Suprise dialated eyes, over
Time to leave I'm comin down my high

[Chorus:
This the of shit
Tthat you to get drunk to
Smoke a to
Do what you to
This the shit that'll
them freaks want you
Make em on
Steal your chesse you

["O.G." Spanish Fly a.k.a
up one mornin
Threw on my
Hit the store
40 ounce of booze
Rolled up a
Put it to the sky
I be gettin high until the day I die
the homies gettin druged out ain't gotta lie
Califa Thugs kickin playin wit a
Playin Russian, pull it, it back
And it real quick
The that I'm on is hit and it sounds sick
Always and forever, I'm for whatever
Whether it's not clever, or in a weather
Kickin it wit homies, roll with phonies
You'll never catch me down the street with no knowmies
my head fool, I never look down
No one can catch me slippin on me and on the brown
So up to what I say
Because my shits out, and it's out to

I'm ridin low, but I'm all so
Got my top and my head in the sky
Cruisin by the beach checkin out all the
rims blingin, better get your sun glasses
Who's that vato wit the frozen
Even make stuck up hoes do the twist
They say a little loco shouldn't roll this
That I belong in a regal or a
But sorry, if it's a bucket I don't it
Ride so cold, you think a mothafucka it
seems to be our stero types, but I don't fit
I sleep. and I always stay committed
Always on the always gettin mine
Always a nine, always mack to a bitch if she's fine
from the beginin until the end of time
And when I'm done wit my son, this rewinds
When you see me, don't say he's too for his people
Say he works hard and got's no
If you're hyna I just you a kiss
But if you a homie I'll up the brown fist, like this