Luyện nghe bài hát Front, Back, Side To Side

Hey homeboy remember 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
don't even bring you car out
And if you ain't up, forget about it
Let me tell you about me ese

My carrucha got four pumps and square dumps
Hydraulics, paint, rims and bump bumps
Everything I in my low-low
I go hook it up with them who can hook it up
it up from the bottom up, homeboy tear it up
When I'm done juice them up, go back out and use up
Front, back, to side, corner and pancake
People trip out when see my carro shake like a Southern California earthquake
I take, many chances on this carrucha 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 the record
My neck from hitting all day
You play you pay but that's ok, I'll hit my switches till the day I away

Front, back, side to side, and pancake
People trip out when they see my carro shake
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
Hop that motherfucker the AR's brake
Front, back, side to side, and pancake
People out when they see my carro shake shake
Front, back, to side, corner 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 down
No matter I go they say my tire's the glow
And next time tell me something I know, I like to roll low
I'm a lowrider rolling on hundred-spoke
be thirteen inch Daytons wrapped with small white-wall tires
You say that you three wheel, I bet you I wheel higher
Got a chrome extinguisher just in case I catch
And if I do I'll get a '62 or have some fun in a rag-top '61 and it's done
That's Q-Vo, Q-Vo, I got the itches to hit the
tripping, how I lit this, street up with sparks
Listen to my perros bark, slam it to the ground I park
But when I leave I raise it up
Hit the down, hit them 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 bad ass Cadillac Fleetwood you got there homeboy, '93?

I start my car up and gas her everytime I dance it I something
worry, it's nothing that we can't fix
'cause I don't stop until the pumps bust or I get a rush
Or until some get in the mix
I hit my switches, the jura me tickets
Hynas blow me kisses, me their digits
all exuisent when I get explicit
Because I got a lowride that looks like it rides
Don't be when I'm hopping next to your ride
See saw, front, back, side to
Three wheel around the corner as I get
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 to ascend
Come back next and do the same shit again