Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the
We we were all bad with McLeans and a lowered car
But if you don't got hundred spokes
Homey don't even you car out
And if you switched up, forget about it
Let me tell you me ride ese

My carrucha got pumps and four square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, and bump bumps
Everything I in my low-low
I go hook it up them vatos who can hook it up
Wrap it up the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
When I'm juice them up, go back out and use some up
Front, back, side to side, corner and
People trip out they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
I take, chances on this carrucha that dances
a ruca, ass up, titties down
So Chevys you would think we're in the 60's
Now I'm through, grab a from my dispenser
another 45 for me and change the record
My neck hurts from all day
You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I pass

Front, back, side to side, corner and
trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
Hop that motherfucker the AR's brake
Front, back, to side, corner and pancake
trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
like a Southern California earthquake

I hit my up, I hit my switches down
I put the top up, I put the top down
No where I go they say my tire's the glow
And next time tell me I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a lowrider rolling on wires
Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped small white-wall tires
You say that you three wheel, I bet you I wheel higher
Got a chrome extinguisher just in I catch fire
And if I do I'll get a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the to hit the switches
People tripping, how I lit this, street up sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I
But when I leave I it up again
Hit the down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up again

Hey homey that's a bad ass convertible you got there ese, '63?

Hey homey that's a bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?

I my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something
Don't worry, nothing that we can't fix
'cause I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a rush
Or until hynas get in the mix
I hit my switches, the jura gives me
Hynas me kisses, throwing me their digits
Looking all exuisent I get explicit
Because I got a lowride that looks like it rides
Don't be when I'm hopping next to your ride
See saw, front, back, side to
Three wheel the corner as I get ghost
Check the chrome behind the spokes, you can't get close
All you see is six as I leave the scene
Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking
Time to home, another night to ascend
Come back next weekend and do the shit again