Luyện nghe bài hát Str8 Southsidin

(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin', lowridin'
'Till the day we dyin',
We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight
We straight

1 - Mr. Sancho]
Now...everybody wanna know Sancho claims
I got my blood runnin' through my veins
I'm Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang
Now tell me motherfuckers if you think you can
I 'em all, playa haters that be tryin' to perpatray us
And you try to imitate us, but you cannot us
So you had to hate us you can't fade us
So don't make us slap the bitch you asked to playa hate us
Commenttatuse, what you thinkin' by
You gonna burn up the
think that I'll be your victim
Because bust the competition
Then I'm causin' but homey you may come faster
Your wifey likes it and hard now she's calling me master
Soy Sancho, drinking out the bottle
make the payment tres y tero balasos, boom
Leave you in the tomb,
Thinking is right but your destine for doom
Motherfucka, you fuck with me
Because I get evil and satinical all in your face
And I don't really give a fuck your homies
Take you down one by one but you all dyin'
Fonies you know you no love
And if you yappin' and I catch you then you get up
Cause if your rapping and you wack homey you get up
Sancho, L-P-G, fool know what's up, on

We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight southsidin'
'Till the day we dyin',
We southsidin', lowridin'
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin'
We straight

[Verse 2 -
Califa Thugin' everyday, patroling we be the sickest
and Mr. Sancho and Big Capone
We stand in we ready for the war
And all motherfuckas are ready cause they all about to get smoked
I'm guns are all to you
So you wanna talk me fuck you too
Cause ain't nobody gonna fuck with these
Quick to pull a gat an let some motherfucka no
It's a Low Pro camp, with ammunition
That never get no now we on a mission
a motherfucker with fileros
Southern California be the of the Sureos
Dropping the Regal and it to the ground
Califa Thugs with the fifth, the brown
So you wanna do, you punk bitch
I'll get a hit him with some sick shit
It's about to go down, I my homeboy's a call
And everybody's on the way, it's about to go
And I always keep away from the
The juda's always out to get a motherfucka me
wants to fuck with this
L-P-G dropping shit
To any motherfucker one to and trip
Low Pro won't to spit

We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We straight southsidin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
We straight southsidin',
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin', lowridin'
the day we dyin', dyin'
We southsidin', lowridin'
'Till the day we dyin',
(Califa Thugs...Califa Thugs)
We southsidin'
We southsidin'