Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

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

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

me not, Im wicked like three sixes
Im doper the Pete Rock remixes
Never through the crowd 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 face with this here lyrical mace

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

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 of blue steel

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

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

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
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 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

I tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy
up on the pen, be like he the bomb, dicky
These off-keys MCs hawk me, they 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
Boom bip or some two and two
Raw silk you do it to my music

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

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

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 your in the air

Steppin' to the in the hill you cant hang
The original baby on this Compton thang
Dont slip, the late hype is when I dip
is the sound from a lonely clip

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

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tick tock, I hit your
Throw your hands in the air, dont bite
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down Cypress

it to the brothers 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 your in the air

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