Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Blues

I jump in my 1963
Watch it lay,
On the floor, en el
Lifts me off the ground like a leo, que no
Simon, packs much power like mi cuete
Trece y siete
You're all up in my mix ese, ya
you get sliced and diced with the machete
No te mesa, no se que no te nota pinche leva
Meet me whenever's clever
Ponle homey, turn up the
I got the Sureno rhythm
nothing quite like it, I like it
Something to to, get drunk to
I'm for smoking and drinking and deep thinking
Deep gets me in like invitations
Imitations everywhere like a Dayton without a
But my shit's so tight when it out the speakers it gives you ear cramps
Perhaps you've met me, you've never had the pleasure
It never rains in Southern California homeboy
Never ever cross the wrong path and expect to get the last laugh
Nuh-huh, not
You talk shit me, but you refuse to look at yourself in the mirror
a boo, disappear, don't nobody want you here
Suprised? I'm
from this overdose of thoughts
Making my ears ring like
love it's all about the feria
That's what makes this world go
You try not to that
But that's the only feedback, I get from life my way
Not a surfer, but I used to the crime waves
Used to live life sideways, wicked slick and sly
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 ese, called the Sureno blues baby
And this is how it gets down on the brownside of
Southern Califas homeboy, check it out

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

Drop the top, watch the
to go, keep it slow
'cause everybody it's not hard to spot a pelon
Cruising an old Chevy
incredible, serious, serio, all in your stereo
Keep it original, imagine the
Goddamn be bomb
Everybody begging me to make my song three long
Bubble up like a bong, it shouldn't
While the rest of you vatos keep talking shit each other
back 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
you waiting for homeboy, you ain't shit and I fucking knew it

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

Catch me drinking funky wine by the riverside
South, watch your fucking mouth or you'll be floating up the
Pescados having you for
Claiming that you're badder 'cause you're
Homeboy how the fuck you
I'm chopped down trees and brought bigger to their knees
So please, please,
Get with the breeze or gone 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 it comes down to it I'm gonna mean business
And I'm in it to win it and you best believe kill it
And I'll witness your quickness to your own fucking ese

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

That's

That's my Sureno
Get down ese, get
Get down
Yeah, right

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

right, oh yeah
This is my, Sureno