Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

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

So pop your collar, 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' they head to
You wonder why you wanted anything instead of
We been makin' you bounce for many already
Rock steady and cut many niggaz to
But I just want to it up

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

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

Aw, through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' crazy
We some real life hustlers games 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 yo' hair
Playa do that thang that make you alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky

'Cause we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride us
Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', chop it up real
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 vato with the fine hoodrat in the
roll 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' feria spittin' that raps

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

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 you check this
In every barrio I'm respected

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
(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 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
(Low rider)

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