Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

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

So pop your collar, give a holla, yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother, lady let yo' hair
Playa do thang that make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack 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 years already
Rock steady and cut many to confetti
But I want to blaze it up

it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I come for ten my friend but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover eyes 'cause you never know when
I spit it out and start flowin'

I drop rhymes that grow like trees you're
Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's
let it soak in, seep in, creep in, I'm keepin'
All you in the deep end
(Low rider)
You wanna trip? Then I got
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' goin' 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, give a holla, yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo'
Playa do that thang that make you alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we freaky tonight

'Cause we're Hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', chop it up tough
Lean to the side, yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back
front on me, baby 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 just might back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's want ya
Not right here homes, past all of that
Makin' that spittin' that raps

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

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

Aw, comin' fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the
(Low rider)
We got that low rider scrapin', 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
do that thang that make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
(Low rider)

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