Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

Hey homeboy remember cruising the avenue in the Regal
We thought we were all bad with and a lowered car
But if you don't got hundred spokes
Homey don't bring you car out
And if you ain't up, forget about 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 them who can hook it up
Wrap it up from the bottom up, homeboy it up
When I'm juice them up, go back out and use some up
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake like a Southern California
I take, many chances on this that dances
Like a ruca, ass up, titties
So many Chevys you think we're in the 60's
Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my
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 the day I pass away

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

I hit my switches up, I hit my switches
I put the top up, I put the top back
No matter where I go say my tire's the glow
And next tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a rolling on hundred-spoke wires
Gotta be thirteen Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires
You say that you wheel, I bet you I three wheel higher
Got a chrome extinguisher in case I catch fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a '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 bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park
But when I leave I it up again
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get up again

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

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

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