Luyện nghe bài hát Put It Down - Cypress Hill

(chorus)
Put the pipe down, put the put the down, put the put the pipe down,
Put the down!,
put cha bong down, put cha put cha down, put cha put cha bong down,
Put cha down!
put the blunt down, put the put the down, put the put the blunt down, Put the blunt down!
Put cha pipe down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt
And up now!

(Richter)
You know california be the home of the highest
Between the Hill and Kottonmouth we nothin' but the finest
The weed incredible, an unstoppable team
We down with like our S-A's be down with thirteens
Never both rights 'cause they simply below us, don't mess around with street vendors strictly go to the growers, and everybody who know us, we gettin' outta space high be like ride ricky ride ricky ricky ride ride

(B Real)
Put the blunt down, heres the run down, by the sun
us out the joint, i`ll get you high before come down
Catch a contact, homie watch as I take
me who you know, that'll take bigger vap hits
Everybody grows let me if you need some
Tell me what you want you can call Dr. Green
Put the blunt down, if I'm wrong well then i`m stoned
That's what happens you hit the fuckin' bong wow!

(chorus)
Put the pipe down, put the put the pipe down, put the put the down,
Put the down!,
put cha bong down, put cha put cha down, put cha put cha bong down,
Put cha down!
put the blunt down, put the put the down, put the put the blunt down, Put the blunt down!
Put cha down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down
And up now!

(D-loc)
Y'all mutha fuckas know the deal, its Kings and Cypress hill
Gotta sip that bud, yall know wassup, this D-double don't give a fuck
Got the wrapped up, like I could kill, don't act tough the hood gets real
get backs, don't get slick, i`m feelin' kinda good and gotta itch
1 more time for ya mind, I go wit my rhyme
I'm a get it from the front you can get it from
Sen Dog and B Real put it for the krown
Got the people up off tha smoke from the pound

(B Real)
Pack another in the pipe if you want hell
Maybe we can BLAZE another load, the song sail
Let me roll hash leaf, Kush in the middle son, if you never puttin
Then we rollin' you a one, dude put the brownie down you're a fukin lightweight
We're smoking out four twenty, your searchin for the right date
up on the hill, then get you hammered in a second son
Take a hit and get in line for the second one

(chorus)
Put the down, put the put the pipe down, put the put the pipe down,
Put the down!,
put cha bong down, put cha put cha down, put cha put cha bong down,
Put cha down!
put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, Put the down!
Put cha pipe down, put cha down, put cha blunt down
And up now!

(Sen Dog)
So now you know, you struggle, all you bustas betta hit the back door
We aint frontin', that's what its all about, somebody put this gat up in fools mouth

(X-tra-X)
Welcome to the west coast, where the real tokas
should rename this the cannibus state, you can't relate if you aint from the area
We got that one-hitter quitter that'll bury ya, it gets scary when clones
Hydroponics, crip-notic, supersonic, madinotic, you up and u still feelin' groggy yea
Heads foggy like cereal that's soggy yea, you pack the bong but you cant find your lighter still, I load it twice so somebody call Hill
Sen dog you gots a for a brother man?
(Sen Dog)
I gots some fire but ya lighters still up in ya

(chorus)
Put the pipe down, put the put the down, put the put the pipe down,
Put the down!,
put cha bong down, put cha put cha bong down, put cha put cha down,
Put cha down!
put the blunt down, put the put the blunt down, put the put the down, Put the blunt down!
Put cha down, put cha bong down, put cha blunt down
And up now!

(Sen Dog)
Hit em with the sick shit, just the misfits
Kottonmouth and Cypress Hill always kick the dope
Down with X, D-loc, and Johnny Richter
Southern most high, do you get the picture?
We don't stop we just on dumpin'
Wit the spit that kill, homeboy ain't nothing
the streets of SouthCali, all the way to OC
Any where around the world that smokes the weed
We got what it takes, Kush bud, cakes, smoke filled room when the dip takes place
I be commin' on strong, on the song Tommy Chong,
Beatin'on my chest mad dog, kong, Heres another verse from the dog that came first
We commin at you hard from the ghetto to the surf, I be putting in work, so just stay up off my turf, or have ya homeboy straight callin' for a Hurst

Put the down, And listen up now!