Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

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

So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' 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, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky

Now when people are done, bumpin' they head to
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 just want to it up

Whether it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my is to amaze you all
I couldn't come for ten my friend 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 some flowin'

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

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

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

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

I be the vato with the fine in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the streets like the
Pleito just come back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's want ya
Not right here homes, we're past all of
Makin' that spittin' that raps

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

Now throw it up and down like it ain't no
(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 gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin' in the street
(Low rider)
We got that low scrapin', dippin' on three

So pop your collar, give a holla, yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the 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' tonight
(Low rider)

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