Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Accent

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

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

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

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

3
I just wanna little to light
It's a good nite for y'all avoid fight
Please take what I'm in tight and feel right
Chinky eyed and high givin em a new sight
Now that eyes 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
quiera que quiera D.H. does it bette for chedder forever
Gueras in the front chonies wetter and
Tranquilo take my time on every word to the
That little lush kinda everytime that I bust
And later on she wantin papi for the way I thrust
So go and dawn armor
Hit you with the good
Breaka breaka mr. police me no drama
Don't want no loud bangs palos or cold
Keep away me them wrist chains and cell clanks