Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

Yeah, bust how we bounce off this ninety-five
assassins, Cypress Hill joint
Yo, we want everybody out there to throw hands up
So get it on kid

Fresh is the word, when I display my forte
Quicker than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the lyrical
Stress me out, no doubt, I have to blast ya

Let me ask ya, can I busy one time?
And unwind and chill, with Cypress
Huh, I go on my bad self
Im the pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked three sixes
Im doper the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im ruggish

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Sermon
I gets determined
And one for the and two for the bass
I take it to face with this here lyrical mace

And if you dont know, better recognize
Im through with speed, with pounds of weed

Ah shit, one of those gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get busy with the
Fools get real, yo Im representin' the
With chips and clips and tons of steel

So who wants to be the nigga to die?
Then try and test this, blessed Gemini
You get sent home in a coffin'
Punk stuff make it back, very often

I got to take care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' open the doors to the
Takin' you to the dark side of mental

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, throw hands in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, your hands in the air

I tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy
up on the pen, be like he the bomb, dicky
These off-keys MCs me, they wont get off me
So I 'em softly and use 'em as walkie talkies

Turn up my level, adjust my voice
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is I leave your crew with
Boom bip or some two and two
Raw silk you do it to my music

Funk Doctor Spock, the hypest
Individual, to put in diapers
With my nigga E and Cypress, what I write
You swore, it was a war, crisis

In your back yard, word to God, Def
my nigga Keith in the place takin' charge
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury callin'
deaf 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, your hands in the air

to the park in the hill you cant hang
The original baby gangsta on this thang
Dont slip, the night hype is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely

Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to me
Heard you, and your little crew, wanna me
Keep hands on your hood, you get got
The Green-eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Doctor Spock

You you could hang, like I hang
in the CPT, the hood thing
G, the finger, Ima get you
Hit you, the Tech 9, Ima you

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tick tock, I hit your
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, please, the E down with Cypress

it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air
it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air

it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air

Aight, for everybody, all our out on the corners
All the alleyways, for all our
Incarcerated peeps, on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five, soul assassins in mind