Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

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

So pop your collar, a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
We tear the off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
Playa do thang that make you feel 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 makin' you bounce for years already
Rock steady and cut many niggaz to
But I just 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 and still savin' my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your eyes 'cause you 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'
Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in, I'm
All you motherfuckers in the end
(Low rider)
You wanna Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you rugged

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta
We some real life hustlers playin' in the street
(Low rider)
We got low rider scrapin', dippin' 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 down yo'
Playa do that that make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we 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 vato with the hoodrat in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the like the Mafia
Pleito just come back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna ya
Not right here homes, we're all of that
Makin' that feria 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 What hood you claim?

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

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' gangsta
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, throw yo' in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let yo' hair
Playa do that 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