Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Blues

I jump in my Chevrolet
Watch it lay,
On the floor, en el
me off the ground just like a leo, que no
Simon, packs much power 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 bump to, get to
I'm down for smoking and drinking and thinking
conversations gets me in like invitations
Imitations everywhere like a Dayton a stamp
But my shit's so tight when it 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 wrong homeboy's path and 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
Suprised? I'm
Resurrected from this of thoughts
Making my ears ring gunshots
Fuck love it's all about the
That's what this world go round
You try not to that
But that's the only feedback, I get living life my way
Not a surfer, but I to ride the crime waves
Used to live life sideways, wicked and sly ways
Driving thirty the highways
And I still can't wait for

Hey
up
Haven't you the news?
that?
Lil' Rob got a brand new sound ese, the Sureno blues baby
And this is how it gets on the brownside of town
Southern Califas style homeboy, 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 it spark the fuck up

Drop the top, watch the
Time to go, keep it
everybody knows it's not hard to spot a pelon
Cruising an old convertible
It's incredible, serious, serio, all in stereo
Keep it original, the video
Goddamn that'd be
Everybody begging me to make my song hours long
Bubble up like a bong, it belong
the rest of you vatos keep talking shit about each other
Going back and like ping 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 ese, then prove it
What you for homeboy, you ain't shit and I fucking knew it

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

Catch me drinking funky wine down by the
South, watch your fucking mouth or you'll be floating up the
Pescados having you for
Claiming that you're 'cause you're bigger
Homeboy how the you figure?
I'm chopped down trees and brought bigger enemies to knees
So please, please,
Get gone with the breeze or 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 you can't finish
'cause when it comes down to it I'm gonna business
And I'm in it to win it and you believe I'll kill it
And I'll witness your quickness to your own fucking ese

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

That's

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

That's my Sureno
That's my Sureno
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 right, oh
is my, Sureno blues