Luyện nghe bài hát Somethin To Bump To

[Mr.
Come us and let's toast
Chillin in the coast
Finest City with the hoes, San Diego
Feelin the to choken, token, poten
But provokin [nation]
I lovin the face you're
Chasin firme
Havin to and dinna
To bump and her
Playa can not find us
Cause I'm san diego's
Chicanos rifando la ?
causando delitos humanos ese
ahora levanta la manos gent
I'm the one with the gun
And I'm it for fun, run
Cause 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
Party wit the to the crack of sun rise
Suprise eyes, party over
to leave cause I'm comin down my high

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

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

I'm low, but I'm all so high
Got my top and my head in the sky
by the beach checkin out all the asses
Chrome blingin, better get your sun glasses
Who's that vato wit the frozen
Even make stuck up do the neck twist
They say a little shouldn't roll like this
I belong in a regal or a cutlass
But sorry, if it's a bucket I don't it
Ride so cold, you a mothafucka stole it
seems to be our stero types, but I don't fit
I never sleep. and I always committed
Always on the always gettin mine
Always a nine, always mack to a bitch if she's fine
Sinnin the beginin until the end of time
And when I'm wit my son, this shit rewinds
When you see me, say he's too good for his people
Say he works and got's no equal
If you're hyna I just you a kiss
But if you a homie throw up the brown fist, like this