Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Thugs

*** 1 and 2 said same time ***

1: OFI]
Steady steppin like full thug
and blue

[Chorus 2: Sancho and
Califa

Thugged out bald
We the baddest
And we ahead
Ain't never ever gonna take my name
Cause if you do you die, that's the way
Enemies never last put your glocks away
I'm the baddest mothafucka around the way
I get a little dizzy I smoke a J
Fuck a bitch and a hoe every day
The magical thug, Califa
is smokin the bud
I put the to the eye
Just to show there is no
And to any mothafucka tryin to me out
money everyday day
That's I'm all about
Silencer on a
no competition
Drop a to the song with a gangsta rhyme
Mothafucka talk like every time
to the side on the gangsta rhymes
Time for me to go do a homicide
are gonna get paralyzed
Everyone is be hypnotized
Silencer is the one terrorized
When you see come around you better step a

Fuckin bitches day I'm at the studio
I my dagger
becomin a cadver
I got the to travel
ready to battle
Silencer at you
gonna snatch you
And the marijuana let me take another hit
Cause I come to blast

Flippin like a mothafucka down
Blazin like a smokin a pound
If mothafuckas could see me now
up in the cut with thugs bumpin loud [Califa Thugs]
I see other fools mean
That kinda shit don't make me
OG the hood South of
Southern Bay cliq for the playas and thugs [Califa
You to rumble with us
Life nothin but a jungle to us
in the streets is a strugle to us
the bud
That's on the real don't be fuckin with us [Califa
Alot of mothafucka say my beats are too
Smoke too indo, sound like a negro
Imma the shit the best west
See fit eat all don't know shit
Watchin me as I a beat
Best leave cause I'm off the
Espescialy with like these
Nobody's comin this much heat
Southside for those who know
South Bay Palm for sure
SD for my G's on the streets
Sureno flippin on the beat
that don't you kinda sound good
Makes you wanna bounce homie would
hate go ahead speak on it
Bumpin that cut me on it

[Mr.
Poppin timmy
Trip with puto
We headin out through the
Pop Pop to the
Watch all of them putos to the floor
We headin to the club for some bloods
Cause we the bud above the law
never trip when I rack up the clip
Cause I'm spittin my lyrics and raw
Livin in the of a sin
Mothafucka grin
I'm comin with the mack 10
Praw Praw til your drop
Holes on both bustin on a cup a gin
Nobody never wins when little rappin
Seein how I've sin of locked me in the pen
Or imagine I'm dead I took one in the head
With the infered to my now we flead
Bodies now never felt like this
Flash backs of my
how I acted childish

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