Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Accent

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

1
Sure as the hurra smoke 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 high
Of course I show nuff cause people on me
I've Adidas on the same stage as D.M.C
I smoke nugs flown rugs hung with thugs
Show if this here's dove you dreamed of
Add 1 plus 2 somos fillin the place
With a cold style funky to use a space
skin that won't be tatted will be my face
And I'll be ridin my to the death at own pace
Good luck life blessed senses walk in the light
Absorbin positive tonight me know me won't lose
So kick bad thoughts fuera en fuego
Rolas for cara funky like de-e-oh...

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

2
Now I've been all around the world to Amsterdam
Argentina Uruguay Chile Brazil and
I stay paid value dollar made
I'm emergin the depths of the realm where I've stayed
Cuando entro chueco y ya te dije me conocen
El Delinquente que no repite casa
Dejo testigo sin para que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria
Tres chosen tres hostin scorchin mic's
With SL 12's in abundance
The one armed bandit with the lyrical air
rolas can you maintain?
Smoked filled pits no glamour no
Got the funky grammar over funky Latin hits
Everytime I spit surely the crowd is lit
Yes y'all stand and losen bricks on the wall

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