Luyện nghe bài hát My 64

Cruisin the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
a bitch, slappin a hoe
Went to the park to get the
Knuckleheads out there, cold, some hoops

Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

Cruisin the street in my 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin the street in my
(Mike Jones Jones)
a bitch, here we g-g-go

Well I'm cruisin the street in my candy painted low
like a [incomprehensible] in my 64's
I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin, low
I'm hittin sixteen switches, it stop and hit the floor

I'm leanin on the curb, sippin syrup, dro
The girls show me love when panties hit the floor
I said I'm on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro
I got the 64 hoppin, it stop and do a show

I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple wit a glock in it
First I lean wit it, I rock wit it
I got a apple drop wit a glock in it

I lean, then I rock
(Mike Jones!)
First I lean, then I
I said, first I wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple wit a glock in it

Because I'm down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
Cruisin the street in my 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
Cruisin down the in my
(Bun B)
Jockin a bitch, we g-g-go

It's Bun B, I'm known for Cadillac doors
Comin on that candy with them swangers and them 4's
But I got love for the Coast, all day
So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the land of the

down in LAX and I don't need no car
Robbie pick me up with the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm a star so to the hood go
With Mike Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already

That I get from the B's, love from the C's
Mexican, Asian and OG's
Throw it up they see me and holla, Hey Bun!
When I'm comin out in Soul Grey One

You see me at Long Beach or maybe Pasadena
Inglewood, I.E. or West
Im Southside ridin the homie big Kun
Car hoppin, top droppin so give kid room

When I'm cruisin down the in my 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch

Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
Cruisin the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin a bitch, we g-g-go

An big Dogg in a yellow Parisini
With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue
Shakin and they jumpin the deuce keep bouncin
Tippin, whippin, the ass steady

Candy paint drippin and these axel's Im sippin
As I shake like a dice game, as the ice age
Mike Jones rockin a Rollin Stone
An' Snoop Dogg boy I'm to the bone

Yeah them Cali boys, we them low-lows
An real car club members bang low doors
And take photos, see is fine
I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59

I love my car like I love my
See low aint a sport its a way of life
On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel
If you see me in the fo creepin yo

Cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch

down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
Cruisin the street in my
Jockin a bitch, jockin' a

Yeah man, let me explain to you one time, man
Low ridin' is not a sport, a way of life
Its like buildin' a car from scratch, you me

You gotta put the paint on it
You put the mustard and mayonnaise
Thats the tires, you me
You put the chrome on it
A little gold on it, you me
Its gotta be a hundred or better, ya dig?

An' you gotta the top
You gotta put the switches on the
You definitely got to a beat
And when you hit the you gotta have a freak
You know what I'm
One of the side, two on the
how it's gotta go down man
Thats real lowridin, you me

a West Coast motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we
We dodgin' motherfuckin' pigs all the
While we doin' motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'

down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
Cruisin the street in my 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch

Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
Cruisin the street in my
Jockin a bitch, we g-g-go