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

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

Let me ask ya, can I gets one time?
And and chill, with Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on with my bad
Im the four pound toter, the Phil smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked three sixes
Im doper than the Pete remixes
Never walk through the crowd
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
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 with the itchy
up on the pen, be like he the bomb, dicky
These off-keys MCs me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em and use 'em as walkie talkies

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

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

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

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, throw hands in the air

Steppin' to the park in the hill you cant
The original baby on this Compton thang
Dont slip, the late night hype is I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a clip

Cant feel me, if I was youd try to steal me
Heard you, and your crew, wanna peel me
your hands on your 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, tock, I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, dont this
I squeeze, please, the E down with Cypress

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

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