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

Well I'm cruisin down the 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, watch it stop and hit the

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

I lean 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 apple drop wit a glock in it

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

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

It's Bun B, I'm for slammin Cadillac doors
Comin down on 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 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 and Snoop Dogg and they already know

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

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

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

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

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

Candy paint drippin and these what Im sippin
As I shake 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

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

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

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

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

You put the fresh paint on it
You gotta put the and mayonnaise
the tires, you understand me
You put the chrome on it
A little on it, you understand 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 you hit the streets you gotta have a freak
You know I'm sayin'
One of the side, two on the
That's how it's go down man
real lowridin, you understand me

From a West motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we
We dodgin' pigs all the while
While we doin' this motherfuckin' gangsta
You understand what I'm sayin', yeah 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, jockin a
Cruisin down the in my
Jockin a bitch, here we