Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Come Up

Geeyeah, Soul Assassins two times, 'em
Geeyeah, Cypress Hill times, come on

Infiltration be our daily for chasin'
Cross the seven eased, clockin' much conversation
Penetration, you we gets busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, from my own
the heat, under the sombrero
To any amigo that's to, stop the dineros
Chills with, senoritas, Charro
Get off tequila lay low till tomorrow

Follow, my flow, get the and go
Call my homey in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faces got guilt
Didn't mean to call you late, I need a till
Cool, homey, I'll some fuckin' skunk
The homey me across lines in a trunk
Just like a bird I'm in a land
With no fuckin' treaty, I'm out, geyeah

Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the Hill God
With the crew off the Hill

B-Really the Phillie now can you feel me from the
Soul Assassin committee, the shitty niggaz thrill me
You silly bitches never respect, neglect
You funny or broke, think it's a joke, your is runny
Got my man, Mr. Rocho kickin' the vocals
From the Eastside, where loco sellin' the poco

From the two G's, breakin' the leaves of cheese, the bacon
You it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin'
Evading the pigs, my crib, I'm mad lib
And I wanna live and I'm the message droppin' the lesson
Flippin' shit, and I'm keepin' 'em they all stressin'
Hit the lullaby, no confession, we in

is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the motherfuckin' God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
With the from off the Hill

We's beez the three amigos, skates nickel plates
Under the and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer
Soul Assassins the cash and smash
Who the glocks like uno and dos?
Makin' body disappear like a ghost
One time's tryin' to me, harassin' me
Tryin' to me to the penitentiary

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you sleepin'
And the beat, just on seepin' into the street
While you peakin' I'm and greetin' the people speakin'
And the motherfuckers who's seekin' to catch, ruckus
Meaning you no luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You us, you can't stop, these mad audio hustlers

Shit is real on the Hill God
Shit is real on the Hill God
is real on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is on the motherfuckin' Hill God