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 playin' games in the street
We got that low rider scrapin', on three
(Low rider)

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

Now when people are done, bumpin' they to this
You why you wanted anything instead of this
We been makin' you bounce for many years
Rock steady and cut niggaz to confetti
But I just 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 but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still savin' my nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your 'cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some

I rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin'
Ear drums like lungs, your brain's chokin'
Just let it in, seep in, creep in, I'm keepin'
All you motherfuckers in the end
(Low rider)
You trip? Then I got luggage
I you in and send you off 'cause you ain't rugged

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' crazy
We some real life playin' 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 the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky

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

I be the vato with the fine in the ranfla
Always deep on the streets like the Mafia
Pleito just come back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's want ya
Not right homes, we're past all of that
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
Ese? What hood you claim?

Now throw it up and down like it ain't no
(Low rider)
Hands in the air with the pinky
Soul Assassins everythin'
To all you vatos, make sure you this
In every barrio I'm respected

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

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

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