Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ah shit, another one of those 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 test this, Buddha Gemini
You get thrown home in a coffin'
stuff dont make it back, very often

I got to take care of the Sermon
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, throw your in the air
Kickin' it to the 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 your in the air

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

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

Funk Spock, lock 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 charge
Word up youll get hurt up the jury callin' murder
Youre 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

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

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

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 wish you hang, like I hang
Dwells in the CPT, the hood
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 block
Throw your hands in the air, bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E with Cypress

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

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