Luyện nghe bài hát Somethin To Bump To

[Mr.
Come with us and toast
Chillin in the coast
Finest City with the best hoes, San
the urge to choken, token, poten
But provokin hallucination
I the face you're facin
firme hynas
Havin to wine and
To bump and her
Playa hatas can not us
I'm san diego's finest
Chicanos mirando la ?
ando causando delitos ese
ahora levanta la manos gent
I'm the one with the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
Cause I'ma stun you the tip of my tongue
Smokin a passin it to the side
To my OFI
Then it goes to the homie Spanish Fly
Why, we gotta get high, so high
Party wit the ladies to the of sun rise
Suprise dialated eyes, over
Time to cause I'm comin down my high

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This the of shit
Tthat you bump to get to
Smoke a to
Do you want to
This the kinda that'll
Make them freaks you
Make em on
Steal your chesse you

["O.G." Fly a.k.a Maniac]
Woke up one
Threw on my
Hit the liquor
Grabed 40 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 bust it quick
The shit that I'm on is hit and it sick
and forever, I'm down for whatever
Whether it's not clever, or in a weather
Kickin it wit homies, never with phonies
You'll never catch me strolling the street with no knowmies
Keep my fool, I never look down
No one can catch me slippin that's on me and on the
So listen up to I say
Because my shits out, and out to stay

I'm low, but I'm all so high
Got my top and my head in the sky
Cruisin by the checkin out all the asses
Chrome blingin, better get your sun glasses
that vato wit the frozen wrist
Even stuck up hoes do the neck twist
They say a little loco shouldn't like this
That I in a regal or a cutlass
But sorry, if it's a bucket I don't it
so cold, you think a mothafucka stole it
That seems to be our stero types, but I fit
I never sleep. and I always stay
on the grind 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 wit my son, this shit rewinds
When you see me, don't say too good for his people
Say he works hard and got's no
If hyna I just blow you a kiss
But if you a homie I'll throw up the fist, like this