Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

Hey homeboy cruising down the avenue in the Regal
We thought we were all bad with and a lowered car
But nowadays if you got hundred spokes
don't even bring you car out
And if you ain't up, forget about it
Let me tell you about me ese

My got four pumps and four square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, and bump bumps
Everything I need in my
I go it up with them vatos who can hook it up
it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
When I'm done juice up, go back out and use some up
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
I take, many on this carrucha that dances
a ruca, ass up, titties down
So many Chevys you would think in the 60's
Now I'm through, a tissue from my dispenser
Grab another 45 for me and change the
My hurts from hitting 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, and pancake
People trip out when see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
Hop that motherfucker till the brake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
People trip out they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
Shaking like a California earthquake

I hit my switches up, I hit my switches
I put the top up, I put the top back
No matter 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 with small tires
You say that you three wheel, I bet you I wheel higher
Got a chrome just in case I catch fire
And if I do get myself a '62 or have 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, up with sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I
But when I leave I raise it up
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get up again

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

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

I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I something
Don't worry, it's that we can't fix
'cause I don't stop until the pumps or I get a head rush
Or until hynas get in the mix
I hit my switches, the jura gives me
Hynas me kisses, throwing me their digits
all exuisent when I get explicit
Because I got a lowride that looks like it rides
be suprised when I'm hopping next to your ride
See saw, front, back, side to
wheel around the corner as I get ghost
Check the chrome behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get
All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the
Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's looking
Time to head home, another night to
Come back next weekend and do the same shit