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 gangsta crazy
We real 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 the roof off the mother, lady let down yo' hair
do that thang that make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we freaky tonight

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

Whether the mic or a spliff, yes, my gift is to amaze you all
I couldn't come for ten my friend but guess what?
I niggaz and still savin' my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your eyes 'cause you never know
I it out and start some flowin'

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

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Hill
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' goin' gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers playin' games in the
(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 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

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

I be the with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the like the Mafia
Pleito just might come and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna 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 play shit
Any pendejo's gettin' hit up
Ese? What hood you claim?

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

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 low rider 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 yo' hair
Playa do 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