Luyện nghe bài hát Prelude To A Come Up

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

Infiltration be our daily for chasin'
Cross the seven seas eased, clockin' conversation
Penetration, you know we busy, no hesitation
Greenery, hand-picked, my own plantation
Feels the heat, the sombrero
To any that's tryin' to, stop the dineros
with, senoritas, like Charro
Get drunk off tequila lay low till

Follow, my flow, get the and go
Call my homey in Mexico City
Loose lips sink ships, faker got guilt
mean to call you late, I need a hideout till
Cool, homey, I'll some fuckin' skunk
The smuggle me across lines in a trunk
Just a bird I'm free in a land
no fuckin' extradition treaty, I'm out, geyeah

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

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

From the two G's, breakin' the of cheese, makin' the bacon
You it sizzle got your hands ready for the takin'
Evading the pigs, my crib, I'm mad lib
And I wanna and I'm givin' 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 on the motherfuckin' Hill God
Shit is real on the Hill God
Shit is real on the Hill God
With the crew from off the

We's the three amigos, skates with nickel plates
the seat and we goes east coast, west coast, anybody killer
Soul Assassins gets the cash and
Who spits the like uno and dos?
Makin' your disappear like a ghost
One time's tryin' to gaffle me, me
Tryin' to send me to the

In the nighttime, niggaz are creepin' you sleepin'
And the beat, just keeps on seepin' the street
While you I'm meetin' and greetin' the people speakin'
And leadin' the motherfuckers who's seekin' to catch,
Meaning you no luckers overdub us, nut hug us
You love us, you stop, these mad audio hustlers

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