Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

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

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

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

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

I drop rhymes that like trees you're smokin'
Ear drums feel like lungs, your chokin'
let it soak in, seep in, creep in, I'm keepin'
All you motherfuckers in the end
(Low rider)
You wanna trip? Then I got
I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you rugged

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

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

'Cause Cypress Hill, come 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, boy and break bread with the sack
(Low rider)

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

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

Now throw it up and down like it no thang
(Low rider)
in the air with the pinky rings
Soul Assassins everythin'
To all you vatos, sure you check this
In barrio 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, playin' games in the
(Low rider)
We got that low rider scrapin', on three

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 make you feel alright
(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