Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk gangsta crazy
We some real life playin' games in the street
We got that low 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 make you alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' tonight

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

Whether it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my gift is to you all
Thought I come for ten my friend but guess what?
I slay niggaz and savin' my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover your eyes you never know when
I it out and start some flowin'

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

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

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

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

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

Ya me Conoces, I'm down for my
Cypress Ave, ya les madre
(Low rider)
Ya tu sabes, we don't play shit
Any pendejo's gettin' hit up
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 everythin'
To all you vatos, make you check this
In every I'm well respected

Aw, comin' fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, 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 roof off the mother, lady, let yo' hair
Playa do that thang make you feel 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