Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Accent

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

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

2X
When we step into the place y'all what's happening
nobody trippin on the Southern Accent
Hour and a we rock the mic
South of the like is that alright?

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

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