Luyện nghe bài hát My 64

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

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

Well I'm cruisin the street in my candy painted low
Bouncin 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 on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro
The girls show me love when panties hit the floor
I I'm leanin on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro
I got the 64 hoppin, watch it and do a show

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

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

down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
down the street in my
(Bun B)
Jockin a bitch, here we

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

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

That I get 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 Assassin One

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

When I'm down 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 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin a bitch, here we

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

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

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 love my car like I 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 down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
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
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 buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me

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

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

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

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