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, packs power just like mi cuete
Trece cuarenta y
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
me wherever whenever's clever
Ponle homey, up the system
I got the blues rhythm
Ain't nothing quite like it, I it
Something to to, get drunk to
I'm down for and drinking and deep thinking
Deep conversations gets me in like
Imitations everywhere like a Dayton a stamp
But my shit's so 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 California
Never ever cross the 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 ring like gunshots
Fuck it's all about the feria
That's what makes this go round
You try not to that
But that's the feedback, I get from living life my way
Not a surfer, but I to ride the crime waves
Used to live life sideways, wicked slick and sly
Driving thirty the highways
And I still wait for Fridays

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 gets down on the of town
Southern Califas style homeboy, it out

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

Drop the top, the cops
to go, keep it slow
'cause everybody knows it's not to spot a pelon
an old Chevy convertible
It's incredible, serious, serio, all in your
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 rest of you vatos keep talking about each other
Going back and like ping pong, now that's wrong
Say you're do it, then do it
Say you're pull it, then pull it
Got a point to prove ese, prove 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 gonna drink it all by
Ain't nobody's but mine

Catch me funky wine down by the riverside
South, watch your fucking mouth or you'll be up the river
Pescados having you for
Claiming that you're badder you're bigger
Homeboy how the fuck you
I'm chopped down trees and bigger enemies 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 vato made of tin
No heart, don't start you can't finish
'cause when it comes down to it I'm mean business
And I'm in it to win it and you best I'll kill it
And I'll witness your quickness to your own finish ese

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

That's

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

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

right, oh yeah
This is my, blues