Luyện nghe bài hát Southern Accent

Southern
(I.Martin/ D.Thomas/ A.Martinez)

1
Sure as the hurra buddha after searchin your ride
Sure as you ain't tripin cause they lettin you slide
I'm gonna let you feel what's Ives
Why you listen if you trippin I ain't bablin high
Of I show nuff cause people count on me
I've Adidas on the same stage as D.M.C
I smoke flown magic rugs hung with thugs
Show love if here's dove you dreamed of
Add 1 plus 2 somos tres fillin the
With a cold style to death use a space
Only skin that won't be will be my face
And I'll be ridin my life to the death at own
luck long life blessed senses walk in the light
Absorbin tonight me know me won't lose fight
So kick bad fuera fiestas en fuego
Rolas for your funky like de-e-oh...

2X
When we step into the place y'all know happening
Ain't nobody on the Southern Accent
Hour and a we rock the mic
South of the like is that alright?

2
Now I've been all around the world Japan to
Argentina Uruguay Chile and still
I stay paid value dollar made
I'm emergin from the of the realm where I've stayed
Cuando entro entro chueco y ya te dije me
El Delinquente que no repite casa
testigo sin hiridos para que cuenten toda la historia en su gloria
Tres tres hostin tres scorchin mic's
With SL 12's in abundance
The one bandit with the lyrical air raids
Bombas can you maintain?
filled pits no glamour no glitz
Got the funky Latin grammar over funky Latin
I spit surely the crowd is gettin lit
Yes y'all stand tall and bricks on the wall

3
I just wanna little sontin to
It's a good nite tonight for y'all fight
Please take I'm sayin in tight and feel right
Chinky eyed and high givin em feelin a new
Now eyes ain't blind I'm gon help find
A way to put y'all mind in time to mine
I hit the stage sneakers chelas and guayaberas
Cual quiera que quiera D.H. it bette for chedder forever
Gueras in the front chonies and wetter
Tranquilo take my on every word to the letter
little lush kinda blush everytime that I bust
And later on she papi for the way that I thrust
So go ahead and armor
Hit you the good karma
Breaka breaka mr. police me no drama
Don't want no loud bangs or cold shanks
Keep away me them wrist chains and cell clanks