Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

Aw, comin' fo' real, we, Cypress Hill
Oh baby, got crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy
We some life hustlers playin' games in the street
We got low rider scrapin', dippin' on three
(Low rider)

So pop collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother, lady let down yo'
Playa do that thang make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

Now when people are done, they head to this
You wonder why you wanted anything of this
We been makin' you bounce for many years
Rock and cut many niggaz to confetti
But I want to blaze it up

Whether it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn't for ten my friend but guess what?
I niggaz and still savin' my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your eyes 'cause you never when
I spit it out and start some

I drop rhymes that like trees you're smokin'
Ear drums feel lungs, your brain's chokin'
Just let it soak in, in, creep in, I'm keepin'
All you in the deep end
(Low rider)
You wanna Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and you off 'cause you ain't rugged

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' goin' gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers playin' games in the
(Low rider)
We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on

So pop collar, give a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let yo' hair
Playa do that thang that you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

'Cause we're Cypress Hill, on and ride with us
get inside, we bouncin', dippin', chop it up real tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' on back
Don't front on me, baby boy and break bread with the
(Low rider)

I be the vato with the hoodrat in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the like the Mafia
just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no gonna want ya
Not right homes, we're past all of that
Makin' that feria spittin' that

Ya me Conoces, I'm down for my
Cypress Ave, ya les madre
(Low rider)
Ya tu sabes, we don't play shit
Any gettin' hit up quick
Ese? What hood you claim?

Now it up and down like it ain't no thang
(Low rider)
Hands in the air the pinky rings
Soul Assassins runnin'
To all you vatos, make sure you check
In every I'm well respected

Aw, through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' crazy
We some real life hustlers, games in the street
(Low rider)
We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on

So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang that make you feel
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky
(Low rider)

Low rider, low
Low rider, low
Low rider, low
Low rider, low