Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Blues

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

Hey
up
Haven't you heard the
What's
Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, the Sureno blues baby
And is how it gets down on the brownside of town
Southern 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 watch it spark the up

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

down to the old liquor store
To grab me a bottle of old funky wine
I'm gonna it all by myself
Ain't nobody's business but

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

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

That's

That's my blues
Get down ese, get
Get homey
Yeah, right

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

right, oh yeah
This is my, Sureno