Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

Fresh is the word, when I my rappin' forte
done than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the lyrical
Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to 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 pound toter, the Phil blunt

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

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

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

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

So who wants to be the nigga to die?
Then try and test this, 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 side of your mental

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, your hands in the air

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

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

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

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

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

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

Steppin' to the park in the you cant hang
The original baby gangsta on this Compton
Dont slip, the late night is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound a lonely clip

Cant feel me, if I was crack try to steal me
Heard you, and your crew, wanna peel me
Keep your hands on hood, you get got
The Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock

You wish you could hang, I hang
in the CPT, the hood thing
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
your hands in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E with Cypress

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, your hands in the air

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