Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Hill
Oh baby, got that 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 your collar, a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother, let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang that make you alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky

Now people are done, bumpin' they head to this
You why you wanted anything instead of this
We been you bounce for many years 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 but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your eyes 'cause you never when
I it out and start some flowin'

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

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

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

we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', chop it up tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, yo' seat 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 vato's gonna ya
Not right here homes, we're past all of
that feria spittin' that raps

Ya me Conoces, I'm for my calle
Ave, ya pudo les madre
(Low rider)
Ya tu sabes, we play that shit
Any pendejo's hit up quick
Ese? What hood you claim?

Now throw it up and down it ain't no thang
(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' fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy
We some life hustlers, 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 tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo'
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