Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Accent

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

1
Sure as the smoke buddha after searchin your ride
Sure as you ain't even tripin cause they lettin you
I'm gonna let you what's within Ives
Why don't you listen if you trippin I ain't bablin
Of course I nuff cause people count on me
I've worn Adidas on the same as D.M.C
I smoke nugs flown magic rugs with thugs
Show love if here's dove you dreamed of
Add 1 plus 2 somos tres fillin the
With a cold style to death use a space
Only skin that won't be will be my face
And I'll be ridin my to the death at own pace
Good luck long blessed senses walk in the light
Absorbin positive tonight me know me lose fight
So kick bad thoughts fuera fiestas en
for your cara funky like de-e-oh...

2X
When we step into the place y'all know happening
Ain't nobody trippin on the Southern
Hour and a quarter we the mic
South of the like is that alright?

2
Now I've been all around the world Japan to
Uruguay Chile Brazil and still
I stay paid value every dollar
I'm emergin from the depths of the realm where stayed
Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te me conocen
El Delinquente que no tumbo casa
Dejo testigo sin hiridos para que toda la historia en su gloria
Tres chosen tres hostin scorchin mic's
some SL 12's in abundance
The one bandit with the lyrical air raids
Bombas can you maintain?
Smoked filled pits no glamour no
Got the funky Latin over funky Latin hits
Everytime I spit the crowd is gettin lit
Yes y'all stand tall and losen on the wall

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