Luyện nghe bài hát Sureno Thugs

*** Chorus 1 and 2 same time ***

1: OFI]
Steady like full sureno thug
Grey and

[Chorus 2: Sancho and
Califa

Thugged out bald
We the mothafuckas
And we stay
nobody never ever gonna take my name
Cause if you do then you die, the way
Enemies will never last put glocks away
I'm the baddest mothafucka around the way
I get a dizzy when I smoke a J
a bitch and a hoe like every day
The thug, Califa Thug
Silencer is the bud
I put the to the eye
Just to show there is no
And to any mothafucka tryin to me out
Makin money day
what I'm all about
Silencer on a
no competition
Drop a verse to the song with a rhyme
Mothafucka talk shit every time
Pull to the side on the gangsta
Time for me to go do a little
are gonna get paralyzed
Everyone is gonna be
is the one that terrorized
When you see come around you better step a

Fuckin bitches day I'm at the studio
I carry my
Somebody's a cadver
I got the to travel
ready to battle
Silencer at you
gonna snatch you
And pass the let me take another hit
here I come to blast

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

[Mr.
that timmy
Trip with puto
We headin out the door
Pop Pop to the
all of them putos drop to the floor
We to the club lookin for some bloods
Cause we smokin the bud 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 never
When I'm with the mack 10
Praw Praw til your body
on both sides bustin on a cup a gin
Nobody never wins when little rappin
Seein how I've sin could of me in the pen
Or imagine I'm dead cause I one in the head
With the infered to my forhead now we
Bodies now lifeless never felt like
Flash backs of my
how I acted childish

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