Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off this
Soul assassins, Cypress joint
Yo, we want everybody out to throw their hands up
So get it on kid

Fresh is the word, when I display my forte
Quicker done O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the master
Stress me out, no doubt, I might 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 four toter, the Phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im like three sixes
Im doper the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk the crowd sluggish
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick
I gets real
And one for the trouble and two for the
I take it to your face with this here lyrical

And if you know, yall better recognize
Im coming through with speed, with pounds of

Ah shit, another one of gangsta hits
wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im the Hill
With chips and clips and tons of blue

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

I got Erick to take care of the
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark side of your

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 hands 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, throw hands in the air

I rhyme tricky, the smoka with the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen, be like he the bomb,
off-keys MCs hawk me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em and use 'em as walkie talkies

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

Funk Spock, lock the hypest
Individual, to put criminal in
With my E and Cypress, what I write bitch
You swore, it was a nuclear war,

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

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

Steppin' to the park in the hill you hang
The baby gangsta on this Compton 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 try to steal me
Heard you, and your crew, wanna peel me
Keep your on your hood, you get got
The Green-eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Doctor Spock

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

Aint no poppin', no
Tick to the tock, tick tock, I hit your
Throw your hands in the air, 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 hands in the air

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

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