Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

Hey homeboy remember cruising down the avenue in the
We thought we all bad with McLeans and a lowered car
But nowadays if you don't got hundred
don't even 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 four square
Hydraulics, custom paint, and bump bumps
Everything I in my low-low
I go hook it up with vatos who can hook it up
Wrap it up the bottom 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
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 Chevys you think we're in the 60's
Now I'm through, a tissue from my dispenser
Grab 45 for me and change the record
My neck hurts hitting all day
You play you pay but ok, I'll hit my switches 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, to side, corner and pancake
People trip out they see my carro shake 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 they say my tire's the
And next time me something I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a lowrider rolling on wires
Gotta be 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 fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have some fun in a '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 with
to my perros bark, slam it to the ground everytime I park
But when I leave I raise it up
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 that's a pretty bad ass Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?

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