Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Blues

I jump in my 1963
Watch it lay,
On the floor, en el
me off the ground just like 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 diced with the
No te mesa, no se que no te nota pinche leva
me wherever whenever's clever
Ponle homey, turn up the
I got the blues rhythm
Ain't nothing quite it, I like it
Something to to, get drunk to
I'm down for and drinking and deep thinking
conversations gets me in like invitations
Imitations everywhere like a without a stamp
But my shit's so tight when it comes out the it gives you ear cramps
Perhaps met me, perhaps you've never had the pleasure
It never in sunny Southern California homeboy
Never ever the wrong homeboy's path and expect to get the last laugh
Nuh-huh, not
You talk about me, but you refuse to look at yourself in the mirror
Peek a boo, disappear, don't nobody you here
I'm revived
Resurrected from this of thoughts
my ears ring like gunshots
Fuck love it's all the feria
That's what makes this go round
You try not to believe
But that's the only feedback, I get from life my way
Not a surfer, but I used to ride the crime
Used to live life sideways, slick and sly ways
Driving 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 this is how it down on the brownside 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 watch it spark the up

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

down to the old liquor store
To grab me a bottle of old funky wine
I'm drink it all by myself
nobody's business but mine

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

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

That's

That's my blues
Get ese, get down
Get down
Yeah, that's

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

That's right, oh
is my, Sureno blues