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 nowadays if you don't got spokes
don't even bring you car out
And if you switched up, forget about it
Let me tell you about me ese

My carrucha got four pumps and square dumps
Hydraulics, custom paint, rims and bump
Everything I need in my
I go it up with them vatos who can hook it up
Wrap it up the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use up
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake like a California earthquake
I take, many chances on carrucha that dances
Like a ruca, ass up, titties
So Chevys you would think we're in the 60's
Now I'm through, grab a tissue from my
Grab another 45 for me and the record
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, corner and
trip out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
Hop that till the AR's brake
Front, back, side to side, corner and
People trip out when they see my shake shake
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
like a Southern California earthquake

I hit my up, I hit my switches down
I put the top up, I put the top back
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 inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall
You say that you three wheel, I bet you I three wheel
Got a chrome extinguisher in case I catch fire
And if I do I'll get myself a '62 or have 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, street up sparks
Listen to my perros bark, it to the ground everytime I park
But I leave I raise it up again
Hit the front down, hit them up again, down, then I get up again

Hey homey that's a 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, nothing that we can't fix
'cause I don't stop the pumps bust or I get a head rush
Or until some get in the mix
I hit my switches, the gives me tickets
Hynas blow me kisses, throwing me their
Looking all exuisent when I get
Because I got a lowride that looks like it slow
Don't be suprised when I'm hopping next to 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 as I leave the scene
Carrucha looking clean, and my ruca's mean
Time to home, another night to ascend
back next weekend and do the same shit again