Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Accent

Southern
(I.Martin/ D.Thomas/ A.Martinez)

1
Sure as the hurra smoke buddha after your ride
Sure as you ain't even tripin they lettin you slide
I'm gonna let you feel what's Ives
Why don't you listen if you I ain't bablin high
Of I show nuff cause people count on me
worn Adidas on the same stage as D.M.C
I smoke nugs flown magic rugs hung thugs
Show if this here's dove you dreamed of
Add 1 2 somos tres fillin the place
With a cold style to death use a space
Only skin won't be tatted will be my face
And I'll be my life to the death at own pace
Good long life blessed senses walk in the light
Absorbin positive tonight me know me won't fight
So kick bad thoughts fuera en fuego
Rolas for your cara like de-e-oh...

2X
When we step the place y'all know what's happening
Ain't trippin on the Southern Accent
and a quarter we rock the mic
South of the border is that alright?

2
Now I've been all around the Japan to Amsterdam
Argentina Chile Brazil and still
I stay paid every dollar made
I'm emergin from the depths of the where I've stayed
Cuando entro entro y ya te dije me conocen
El que no repite tumbo casa
Dejo testigo sin hiridos que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria
Tres tres hostin tres scorchin mic's
With some SL 12's in
The one armed bandit with the lyrical air
Bombas rolas can you
Smoked filled pits no no glitz
Got the funky Latin grammar over Latin hits
Everytime I spit the crowd is gettin lit
Yes y'all stand tall and losen bricks on the

3
I just wanna sontin to light
It's a nite tonight for y'all avoid fight
Please what I'm sayin in tight and feel right
Chinky and high givin em feelin a new sight
Now that eyes ain't blind I'm gon help
A way to put y'all mind in time to feel
I hit the stage sportin chelas and guayaberas
Cual quiera que D.H. does it bette for chedder forever
Gueras in the front chonies wetter and
Tranquilo take my time on word to the letter
That little lush kinda blush everytime I bust
And later on she papi for the way that I thrust
So go ahead and armor
Hit you the good karma
Breaka mr. police me no want drama
want no loud bangs palos or cold shanks
Keep away me with them wrist chains and clanks