Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

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

My carrucha got pumps and four square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bumps
Everything I 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 done juice them up, go 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, chances on this carrucha that dances
a ruca, ass up, titties down
So many you would think we're 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 you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I pass away

Front, back, side to side, corner and
People trip out they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
Hop that motherfucker till the brake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
People trip out when they see my shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
Shaking like a Southern California

I hit my switches up, I hit my switches
I put the top up, I put the top down
No matter where I go they say my the glow
And next time tell me something I don't know, I 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 wheel
Got a extinguisher just in case I catch fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the
tripping, how I lit this, street 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 Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?

I my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break something
Don't worry, it's that we can't fix
'cause I don't stop until the bust or I get a head 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 that like it slow rides
Don't be when I'm hopping next to your ride
See saw, front, back, to side
Three wheel around the corner as I get
Check the chrome the spokes, homeboy you can't get close
All you see is six tail-lights as I the scene
Carrucha clean, and my ruca's looking mean
Time to head home, night to ascend
Come back next weekend and do the shit again