Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

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

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

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

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

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

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

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