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 southsidin'

[Verse 1 - Mr.
Now...everybody wanna know Sancho claims
I got my Southside blood runnin' through my
I'm Califa Thugs and The Low Pro Gang
Now me motherfuckers if you think you can hang
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 us because you can't fade us
So don't make us slap the bitch that you to playa hate us
Commenttatuse, you thinkin' by thinkin'
You burn up the clippin'
Don't think I'll be your victim
Because I'll bust the
Then I'm causin' diseaster but homey you may faster
Your wifey likes it long and now she's calling me master
Soy Sancho, tequila out the bottle
Don't make the tres y tero balasos, boom
you in the tomb, assume
Thinking everything is right but your for doom
Motherfucka, you can't with me
Because I get evil and satinical all in your homey
And I don't really give a fuck about homies
Take you one by one but you all dyin' slowly
Fonies you you gets no love
And if you and I catch you then you get fucked up
Cause if your rapping and you wack homey you get up
Sancho, L-P-G, know what's up, come on

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

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

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