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 hustlers games in the street
We got that low rider scrapin', on three
(Low rider)

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

Now when people are done, they head to this
You wonder why you wanted instead of this
We been makin' you for many years already
Rock steady and cut many niggaz to
But I just 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 but guess what?
I slay and still savin' my best nut
(Low rider)
But you cover your eyes 'cause you never know when
I spit it out and some flowin'

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

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 low rider scrapin', dippin' on three

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 alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky

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

I be the with the fine hoodrat in the ranfla
Always roll deep on the like the Mafia
just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna ya
Not right here homes, we're past all of
Makin' that feria spittin' raps

Ya me Conoces, I'm for my calle
Cypress Ave, ya pudo les
(Low rider)
Ya tu sabes, we don't play that
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 Assassins runnin'
To all you vatos, make you check this
In every barrio I'm well

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

So pop your collar, a holla, throw yo' dubs 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)
that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
(Low rider)

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