Luyện nghe bài hát My 64

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

Cruisin the street 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
(Mike Jones Jones)
Jockin a bitch, we g-g-go

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

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

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

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

Because I'm cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
Cruisin down the 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)
a bitch, here we g-g-go

It's Bun B, I'm known for slammin doors
Comin down on that candy with them swangers and 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 in LAX and I don't need no car
Chino 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 Dogg and they already know

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

You might see me at Long Beach or maybe
Inglewood, I.E. or Covina
Im ridin with the homie big Kun
Car hoppin, top droppin so give that kid

When I'm cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
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
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin a bitch, we g-g-go

An big Snoop in a yellow Parisini
With two girlies in the back in they Crip blue
Shakin and they jumpin cause the keep bouncin
Tippin, whippin, the ass dippin

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

Yeah them Cali boys, we love 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 my car like I love my wife
See low ridin aint a its a way of life
On the real dough I'll you how it feel though
If you see me in the fo creepin yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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