Luyện nghe bài hát Put It Down - Cypress Hill

(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!

(Richter)
You know california be the home of the highest
Between the Hill and Kottonmouth we smokin' but the finest
The weed incredible, this an team
We down Cypress 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 they be like ride ricky ride ricky ricky ride

(B Real)
Put the blunt down, the run down, by the sun down
Slide us out the joint, i`ll get you high before down
Catch a contact, homie watch as I take
me who you know, that'll take bigger vap hits
Everybody grows let me know if you some
me what you want you can call Dr. Green thumb
Put the blunt down, if I'm wrong well homie i`m stoned
That's what when 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 pipe down, put cha bong down, put cha down
And up now!

(D-loc)
Y'all mutha fuckas the deal, its Kottonmouth Kings and Cypress hill
Gotta sip that bud, know wassup, this D-double dash don't give a fuck
Got the kush 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
1 time for ya mind, here 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 shook up off tha smoke the pound

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

(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 down, put the put the blunt 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!

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

(X-tra-X)
to the west coast, where the real tokas stay
They should rename this the cannibus state, you can't if you aint from the area
We got that one-hitter quitter that'll ya, it gets scary when clones cross-pollonize
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 call Cypress Hill
Sen dog you gots a fire for a brother
(Sen Dog)
I gots fire but ya lighters still up in ya hand

(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 bong down, put cha put cha down,
Put cha down!
put the down, put the put the blunt 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!

(Sen Dog)
Hit em with the sick shit, like the misfits
Kottonmouth and Cypress Hill kick the dope shit
Down Daddy X, D-loc, and Johnny Richter
Southern most high, do you get the picture?
We stop we just keep on dumpin'
Wit the spit kill, homeboy ain't lackin nothing
the streets of SouthCali, all the way to OC
Any where the world that smokes the dope weed
We got what it takes, bud, hash cakes, smoke filled room when the dip takes place
I be on strong, on the song like 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 in work, so just stay up off my turf, or i`ll have ya homeboy straight callin' for a Hurst

Put the blunt down, And up now!