Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

Hey homeboy remember cruising the avenue in the Regal
We thought we all bad with McLeans and a lowered car
But nowadays if you don't got spokes
Homey don't bring you car out
And if you ain't switched up, forget it
Let me you about me ride ese

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

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

I hit my switches up, I hit my down
I put the top up, I put the top down
No matter where I go say my tire's the glow
And time tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a rolling on hundred-spoke wires
be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires
You say you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel higher
Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the switches
People tripping, how I lit this, up with sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the everytime I park
But when I leave I it up again
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, 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 it I break something
Don't worry, it's nothing 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 gives me tickets
Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their
Looking all exuisent I get explicit
Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow
Don't be suprised when I'm hopping next to ride
See saw, front, back, side to
Three wheel the corner as I get ghost
Check the chrome the spokes, homeboy you can't get close
All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the
Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's mean
to head home, another night to ascend
Come back next weekend and do the same shit