Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Trip

Don't you trip this is the assassins
We come and them
We eastside riders, this is how we

I spent hot days under the sun all my loved ones
Soul assassins family click you know the one
Eastside hellraisers, pay us
To tear the of this shit, the mic blazers
Smoke goin off, flowin off
The track, got em off, blowin off
All wack choke in coal, eat a dick up
Pick up ya teeth out the street flossin
God knows weedniggas ya ya find ways
To escape the path of the rhyme-killa
Top billa, bankaccount
Spittin out more hot then godzilla
The firebreatha, turn up receiva
I attack the brain through the in ya speaka

No you can't fuck this...
No you can't with this...

You can't hold the fury, I bury you in a hurry
Rhymestyle commin in a flurry
Don't worry, imma this, get the fist
I sever your vocalcord a flick of my wrist
You insist to be here, I make this
a game of cut-throat from ear to ear
Can you hang in the world when, where ya
Hanging with my and steady serving
Come get your feeling and come act hard
I got a ditch in my backyard for all you scared
I make for all the soldiers to follow
Peace to my fam, who won't see the ...
I see you in the next one, I one
When you flex son, respect one, the one
Cypress hill, assassins, blastin you on
In the called life yo we passin you on

Don't you trip this is the soul
We come and them
We eastside riders, is how we doin'

Don't you trip this is the assassins
Who be stupid come be the first to die