Luyện nghe bài hát Somethin To Bump To

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

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

["O.G." Spanish Fly a.k.a
up one mornin
Threw on my
Hit the liquor
Grabed 40 ounce of
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
Thugs kickin playin wit a nine
Playin Russian, pull it, it back
And bust it real
The shit that I'm on is hit and it sick
Always and forever, I'm for whatever
Whether not clever, or in a stormy weather
Kickin it wit homies, never with phonies
You'll never catch me strolling down the street with no
Keep my fool, I never look down
No one can catch me that's on me and on the brown
So up to what I say
Because my out, and it's out to stay

I'm ridin low, but I'm all so
Got my top droped and my in the sky
Cruisin by the checkin out all the asses
rims blingin, better get your sun glasses
Who's that vato wit the wrist
make stuck up hoes do the neck twist
They say a little loco roll like this
That I in a regal or a cutlass
But sorry, if a bucket 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 sleep. and I always stay committed
Always on the grind always mine
Always pack a nine, always to a bitch if she's fine
Sinnin from the beginin the end of time
And I'm done 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 blow you a
But if you a I'll throw up the brown fist, like this