Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

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

My got four pumps and four square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump
Everything I need in my
I go hook it up with vatos who can hook it up
Wrap it up from the up, homeboy tear it up
I'm done 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 on this carrucha that dances
Like a ruca, ass up, down
So many Chevys you think we're in the 60's
Now I'm through, grab a tissue my dispenser
Grab another 45 for me and change the
My neck hurts 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, and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
Hop that motherfucker the AR's brake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
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 down
No matter where I go they say my the glow
And next tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a lowrider rolling on wires
Gotta be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall
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 rag-top '61 and it's
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the to hit the switches
People tripping, how I lit this, street up sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the everytime I park
But when I I raise it up again
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get them up

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

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

I my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I break 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 some hynas get in the mix
I hit my switches, the jura me tickets
Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me digits
Looking all exuisent when I get
Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow
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 behind the spokes, homeboy you can't get close
All you see is six tail-lights as I leave the
Carrucha looking clean, and my looking mean
to head home, another night to ascend
Come back next weekend and do the same again