Luyện nghe bài hát My 64

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

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

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

Well I'm down the street in my candy painted low
Bouncin like a in my 64's
I pull up wood grippin, 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 panties hit the floor
I I'm leanin on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro
I got the 64 hoppin, it stop 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 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, I rock
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, jockin a
down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
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 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 of the low-lows

Touch down in LAX and I don't 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 Dogg and they already know

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

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

Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, 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 bikinis
Shakin and jumpin cause the deuce keep bouncin
Tippin, whippin, the ass dippin

Candy paint drippin and axel's what 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 to the bone

Yeah them boys, we love them low-lows
An real car club bang they 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 aint a sport its a way of life
On the real dough I'll tell you how it though
If you see me in the fo creepin yo

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

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

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

You gotta put the paint on it
You gotta put the mustard and
Thats the tires, you me
You put the chrome on it
A gold on it, you understand me
Its gotta be a hundred 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 have a
You know what I'm
One of the side, two on the
That's how it's go down man
Thats real lowridin, you me

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

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