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, jockin a
down 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
(Mike Jones Jones)
a bitch, here we g-g-go

Well I'm cruisin down the 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 show me love when they hit the floor
I said I'm on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro
I got the 64 hoppin, it stop and do a show

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

First I lean, I rock
(Mike Jones!)
I lean, then I rock
I said, first I lean wit it, 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
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
Cruisin the street 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 them swangers and them 4's
But I got for the West Coast, all day
So I suppose I'ma out to Cali, the land of the low-lows

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

That I get 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 Long Beach or maybe
Inglewood, I.E. or West
Im Southside ridin the homie big Kun
Car hoppin, top droppin so give 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
a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
a bitch, here we g-g-go

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

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

them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An real car club members they 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 ridin aint a sport its a way of
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
a bitch, jockin 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 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 like buildin' a car scratch, you understand me

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

An' you drop the top
You gotta put the on the motherfucker
You definitely got to a beat
And you hit the streets you gotta have a freak
You know what I'm
One of the side, two on the
That's how it's go down man
Thats 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 understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm cruisin'

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

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