Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

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

My got four pumps and four square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, and bump bumps
Everything I need in my
I go hook it up them 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
People trip out they see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
I take, many on this carrucha that dances
a ruca, ass up, titties down
So many Chevys you would think in the 60's
Now I'm through, grab a from my dispenser
Grab another 45 for me and change the
My neck hurts from all day
You play you pay but that's ok, hit my switches till the day I pass away

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

I hit my up, I hit my switches down
I put the top up, I put the top down
No matter where I go they say my tire's the
And next tell me something I don't know, I like to roll low
I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke
Gotta be thirteen Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires
You say that you three wheel, I bet you I three higher
Got a chrome just in case I catch fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the
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 raise it up
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 Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy,

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