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 there to throw their up
So get it on kid

Fresh is the word, when I my rappin' 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 gets busy one
And unwind and chill, Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on my bad self
Im the four toter, the Phil blunt smoker

me not, Im wicked like three sixes
Im doper than the Pete Rock
Never through the crowd sluggish
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

The Bandit, I be Erick Sermon
I gets determined
And one for the and two for the bass
I take it to your face with this lyrical mace

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

Ah shit, another one of those gangsta
Niggaz wanna get busy with the
Fools get real, yo Im the Hill
With chips and clips and of blue steel

So who wants to be the first nigga to
Then try and this, Buddha blessed Gemini
You get thrown sent home in a
stuff dont make it back, very often

I got to take care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies
Bustin' the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark of your mental

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

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, throw hands in the air

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the itchy
Finger up on the pen, be like he the bomb,
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 crew with
Boom bip or some two and two
Raw silk you do it to my music

Doctor 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 takin'
Word up get hurt up like the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf I freak shit you neva 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

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

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

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

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, your hands in the air

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 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 your