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
Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin some

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

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

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

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

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

I'm cruisin down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
down 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
(Bun B)
Jockin a bitch, here we

It's Bun B, I'm for slammin Cadillac doors
down on that candy with them swangers 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 need no car
Robbie Chino pick me up the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm a star so to the I'ma go
With Mike Jones and Dogg and they already know

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

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

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

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

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

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

I love my car I love my wife
See low aint a sport its a way of life
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
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
Cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

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

man, let me explain 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 gotta put the paint on it
You gotta put the and mayonnaise
the tires, you understand me
You put the chrome on it
A little gold on it, you me
Its be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?

An' you gotta the top
You gotta put the switches on the
You got to have a beat
And when you hit the streets you gotta have a
You what I'm sayin'
One of the side, two on the
That's how 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
we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand I'm sayin', yeah I'm just cruisin'

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

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