Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Blues

I in my 1963 Chevrolet
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 y siete
You're all up in my mix ese, ya
Before you get sliced and with the machete
No te mesa, no se que no te nota pinche leva
Meet me whenever's clever
homey, turn up the system
I got the Sureno rhythm
Ain't nothing quite like it, I it
Something to bump to, get to
I'm down for smoking and drinking and thinking
Deep conversations me in like invitations
Imitations everywhere a Dayton without a stamp
But my so tight when it comes out the speakers it gives you ear cramps
you've met me, perhaps you've never had the pleasure
It never rains in sunny Southern homeboy
Never ever the wrong homeboy's path and expect to get the last laugh
Nuh-huh, not
You talk shit about me, but you refuse to look at in the mirror
Peek a boo, disappear, nobody want you here
I'm revived
Resurrected this overdose of thoughts
Making my ears like gunshots
Fuck love it's all the feria
what makes this world go round
You try not to believe
But that's the feedback, I get from living life my way
Not a surfer, but I used to the crime waves
to live life sideways, wicked slick and sly ways
Driving down the highways
And I can't wait for Fridays

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

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

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

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

Catch me drinking wine down by the riverside
South, watch your fucking or you'll be floating up the river
having you for dinner
Claiming you're badder 'cause you're bigger
Homeboy how the you figure?
I'm chopped down trees and bigger enemies to their knees
So please, please,
Get gone with the breeze or with the wind, whichever one comes in
You remind me of the of Oz and that vato made of tin
No heart, don't start something you finish
'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 your quickness to your own fucking ese

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

That's

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

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

right, oh yeah
This is my, blues