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' goin' gangsta crazy
We some life hustlers playin' games in the street
We got low rider scrapin', dippin' on three
(Low rider)

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

Now when are done, bumpin' they head to this
You why you wanted anything instead of this
We makin' you bounce for many years already
steady and cut many niggaz 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 your eyes 'cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some

I drop rhymes that grow like trees 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 Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you rugged

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
(Low rider)
We got that low rider scrapin', on three

So pop your collar, a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the 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 gettin' freaky

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

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

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

Now throw it up and down it ain't no thang
(Low rider)
Hands in the air with the 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' goin' gangsta 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, 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)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' tonight
(Low rider)

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