Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

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

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

Now when people are done, bumpin' head to this
You wonder why you anything instead of this
We been makin' you bounce for many years
steady and cut many niggaz to confetti
But I want to blaze it up

Whether it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my gift is to you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend but guess
I slay niggaz and still savin' my nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your eyes 'cause you know when
I it out and start some flowin'

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

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

So pop collar, give 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 make you feel alright
(Low rider)
that tree, crack that 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 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 might come back and ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's want ya
Not right homes, we're past all of that
Makin' that feria spittin' raps

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

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

Aw, comin' fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' 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, yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang that make you feel
(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