Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Blues

I jump in my 1963
it lay, orale
On the floor, en el
Lifts me off the ground just a leo, que no
Simon, much power just like mi cuete
Trece cuarenta y
all up in my mix ese, ya vete
Before you get sliced and with the machete
No te mesa, no se que no te importa nota pinche
me wherever whenever's clever
Ponle homey, up the system
I got the Sureno rhythm
Ain't nothing quite it, I like it
Something to to, get drunk to
I'm down for smoking and drinking and deep
conversations gets me in like invitations
Imitations like a Dayton without a stamp
But my shit's so tight when it comes out the speakers it gives you ear
Perhaps you've met me, perhaps you've had the pleasure
It never rains in sunny Southern California
Never ever cross the wrong homeboy's path and expect to get the laugh
Nuh-huh, not
You talk shit me, but you refuse to look at yourself in the mirror
Peek a boo, disappear, don't nobody you here
Suprised? I'm
Resurrected this overdose of thoughts
my ears ring like gunshots
Fuck love all about the feria
That's makes this world go round
You try not to that
But that's the only feedback, I get living life my way
Not a surfer, but I used to ride the crime
Used to life sideways, wicked slick and sly ways
Driving thirty the highways
And I still can't for Fridays

Hey
up
Haven't you the news?
What's
Lil' Rob got a brand new ese, called the Sureno blues baby
And this is how it gets down on the of town
Califas style homeboy, check it out

Now when I slip I dip and hit my switch three pumps to the
And hop the '63 down the
Drop it to the floor and it spark the fuck up

Drop the top, the cops
to go, keep it slow
'cause everybody it's not hard to spot a pelon
Cruising an old convertible
It's incredible, serious, serio, all in stereo
Keep it original, the video
Goddamn that'd be
Everybody begging me to make my song three long
Bubble up a bong, it shouldn't belong
While the of you vatos keep talking shit about each other
Going and forth like ping pong, now that's wrong
Say you're gonna do it, do it
Say you're gonna it, then pull it
Got a point to prove ese, then it
What you waiting for homeboy, you ain't shit and I knew it

Walk down to the old liquor
To me a bottle of that old funky wine
I'm drink it all by myself
Ain't nobody's but mine

Catch me funky wine down by the riverside
South, watch your fucking mouth or be floating up the river
Pescados having you for
Claiming that you're 'cause you're bigger
how the fuck you figure?
I'm chopped down trees and brought bigger to their knees
So please, please,
Get gone with the breeze or with the wind, whichever one comes in
You remind me of the Wizard of Oz and that made of tin
No heart, don't start something you can't
'cause when it comes down to it I'm mean business
And I'm in it to win it and you best believe I'll it
And I'll witness quickness to your own fucking finish ese

Haha, blues
That's right, ese
That's how we put it down
Get homey, get down
Show em Sureno blues is all about ese, que no

That's

That's my Sureno
Get ese, get down
Get homey
Yeah, that's

That's my Sureno
That's my blues
my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno
That's my blues
That's my blues
my Sureno blues
That's my Sureno

That's right, oh
is my, Sureno blues