Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

Aw, through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill
Oh baby, got that for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy
We real life hustlers playin' 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 that make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

Now when are done, bumpin' they head to this
You why you wanted anything instead of this
We been makin' you bounce for many already
Rock steady and cut many to confetti
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 friend but what?
I slay niggaz and still savin' my nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your 'cause you never know when
I spit it out and start flowin'

I rhymes that grow like trees you're smokin'
Ear drums feel like lungs, your brain's
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 you in and send you off 'cause you ain't rugged

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', 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 thang make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

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

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

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

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 sure you this
In barrio I'm well respected

Aw, comin' fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' goin' gangsta crazy
We some life hustlers, playin' games in the street
(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)
that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
(Low rider)

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