Luyện nghe bài hát Somethin To Bump To

[Mr.
Come with us and let's
Chillin in the coast
Finest with the best hoes, San Diego
the urge to choken, token, poten
But provokin [nation]
I the face you're facin
Chasin hynas
Havin to and dinna
To bump and her
Playa can not find us
I'm san diego's finest
Chicanos rifando la ?
causando delitos humanos ese
ahora la manos gent lentamente
Cause I'm the one the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
I'ma stun you with the tip of my tongue
Smokin a blunt it to the side
To my OFI
Then it goes around to the homie Fly
Why, cause we gotta get high, so
wit the ladies to the crack of sun rise
Suprise dialated eyes, party
Time to cause I'm comin down my high

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

["O.G." Fly a.k.a Maniac]
up one mornin
Threw on my
Hit the liquor
Grabed 40 of booze
Rolled up a
Put it to the sky
I be high until the day that I die
With the homies gettin out ain't gotta lie
Califa Thugs playin wit a nine
Playin Russian, pull it, cock it
And bust it real
The shit I'm on is hit and it sounds sick
Always and forever, I'm for whatever
it's not clever, or in a stormy weather
Kickin it wit homies, never roll phonies
You'll never catch me strolling down the with no knowmies
Keep my head fool, I never look
No one can catch me slippin that's on me and on the
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 droped and my in the sky
Cruisin by the beach out all the asses
rims blingin, better get your sun glasses
Who's that wit the frozen wrist
Even make stuck up hoes do the twist
say a little loco shouldn't roll like this
That I belong in a or a cutlass
But sorry, if it's a I don't roll it
Ride so cold, you think a mothafucka it
seems to be our stero types, but I don't fit
I never sleep. and I stay committed
on the grind always gettin mine
Always pack a nine, always mack to a bitch if fine
Sinnin from the until the end of time
And when I'm done wit my son, shit rewinds
When you see me, don't say he's too for his people
Say he works hard and no equal
If you're hyna I blow you a kiss
But if you a homie I'll throw up the brown fist, like