Luyện nghe bài hát Still Smokin' (Supermix Part 2)

[Lil'
is dedicated to the 6-1-9
These are the vatos that been, but now it's my
To the beat's, move suavecito
To all you fine chicana's, Lil' Rob is ?
Bumping the oldies, me Lil'' Rob
And the Brown homies, turn up the volume
Yeah, Natural High, a ?? for my
And Lil' Rob cry for la raza
because we killin' off other, it's sad
BOOM, there another, but we don't need that
Because tonight it our night, it's the Brown Crowd
And will be alright
So get up, go out, and do the thing
Let's cruise, no to gangbang
So get ready, dress to
Because you got to make this start your best
Not just night on the town
It doesn't brown ?? Chicano, were proud and be
Tonight were crusin' in your
Let down the back and put the front a higher
And now your rollin' TJ ?? just be yourself
No need to be fake everybody out here
Is havin' a good time, Oh a night..Oh what a night

Rob]
Sup ese
What's up ese... what you know me
Simon I'm best homey and you don't even know me

vato came up and said "hey what's up holmes"
I "you know me?" he said "simon I'm your best homie
You were born in of 1975
already 20 I'm the reason why you're still alive
I everything you do I've seen everything you've done
I kept you out of because I told you when to run
You a gun at the age of 13"
This vato knows everything me but this guy I've never seen
So I "what you mean?" and he said "follow me"
I'm going crazy that's what it's gotta be
He "let's fly" so we took to the sky
He said "stop, look and pay attention
Now if you have a then ask"
Oh by the way where you me?
He said "stop, and listen and you will see"

Listen hear what I'm
hear what I'm saying

up
2-I think I saw him standing there just a minute ago

2-Lil'' Rob, he's pretty bad on the mic you

Rob...
Rob...
It's the Wicked

Puto's slip and
I'll rip open from the heart to the brain
I'm already insane, and I change
You can't stop this, so this nonsense
People got this, because they this
So watch this
cholo, oh no
Lil' Rob comin' mi stilo
My lyrics are a bullet, out of a cuete
time to reload (an reload)
And make I never run out of ammunition
Until I my mission, fix it
All the mistakes these puto's make
Go and grow up, door's in your face
So you can't blow up
You who your fuckin' with
Rob con Coneta (neta)
Leva you can bet cha
Del la hando puente can I follow as I the way
And I'll say no to the bottles that you meet day
Never fuck the calm one, the one who like's to kick it
It's me the sly, the slick, the wicked wicked wicked