Luyện nghe bài hát Somethin To Bump To

[Mr.
Come with us and let's
in the west coast
Finest with the best hoes, San Diego
Feelin the urge to choken, token,
But hallucination [nation]
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 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 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, cause we get high, so high
Party wit the ladies to the crack of sun
Suprise dialated eyes, over
Time to leave cause I'm down my high

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

["O.G." Spanish Fly a.k.a
Woke up one
Threw on my
Hit the liquor
Grabed 40 ounce of
Rolled up a
Put it to the sky
I be gettin high until the day I die
With the homies druged out ain't gotta lie
Califa Thugs playin wit a nine
Playin Russian, pull it, it back
And it real quick
The shit that I'm on is hit and it sick
Always and forever, I'm down for
Whether it's not clever, or in a stormy
Kickin it wit homies, never roll phonies
You'll never catch me strolling down the street with no
Keep my head fool, I never down
No one can catch me slippin that's on me and on the
So listen up to I say
Because my out, and it's out to stay

I'm low, but I'm all so high
Got my top droped and my in the sky
Cruisin by the beach checkin out all the
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 roll this
That I belong in a regal or a
But sorry, if it's a bucket I roll it
so cold, you think a mothafucka stole it
That to be our stero types, but I don't fit
I sleep. and I always stay committed
Always on the 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, this rewinds
When you see me, don't say he's too good for his
Say he works hard and no equal
If you're hyna I just you a kiss
But if you a homie I'll throw up the brown fist, like