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' trunk goin' gangsta
We some real hustlers playin' games in the street
We got that low scrapin', dippin' 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 that make you alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

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

Whether it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my 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 '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, your chokin'
Just let it soak in, in, creep in, I'm keepin'
All you motherfuckers in the end
(Low rider)
You wanna trip? Then I got
I stuff you in and you off 'cause you ain't rugged

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

we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', chop it up tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, 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
Always deep on the streets like the Mafia
just might come back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no gonna want ya
Not here homes, we're past all of that
Makin' that feria that raps

Ya me Conoces, I'm down for my
Cypress Ave, ya pudo les
(Low rider)
Ya tu sabes, we play that shit
Any pendejo's gettin' hit up
Whassup Ese? What you claim?

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

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk goin' crazy
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, throw yo' 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
(Low rider)

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