Luyện nghe bài hát My 64

Cruisin down the in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin a bitch, a hoe
Went to the to get the scoop
out there, cold, shootin some hoops

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

Well I'm cruisin down the in my candy painted low
Bouncin like a [incomprehensible] in my
I pull up grippin, doors tippin, sittin low
I'm hittin sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the

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

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

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

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

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

It's Bun B, I'm for slammin Cadillac doors
Comin down on that candy with them and them 4's
But I got for the West Coast, all day
So I suppose I'ma head out to Cali, the of the low-lows

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

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

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

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

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

An big Snoop in a yellow Parisini
two girlies in the back in they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin and they jumpin cause the deuce bouncin
Tippin, whippin, the ass steady

Candy paint drippin and these axel's what Im
As I shake a dice game, cold as the ice age
Jones rockin like a Rollin Stone
An' Dogg boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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