Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

is the word, when I display my rappin' forte
Quicker than 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 and chill, with Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on with my bad
Im the four pound toter, the Phil blunt

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

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

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

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

I got Erick to care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' the doors to the temple
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

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 your in the air

I rhyme tricky, the smoka with the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen, be like he the bomb,
off-keys MCs hawk me, they wont get off me
So I 'em softly and use 'em as walkie talkies

Turn up my level, adjust my pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, 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, lock the
Individual, to put criminal in
With my nigga E and Cypress, what I bitch
You swore, it was a nuclear war,

In your back yard, to God, Def Squad
With my Keith in the place takin' charge
up youll get hurt up like the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I freak shit you 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, throw hands in the air

Steppin' to the in the hill you cant hang
The original baby gangsta on 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 youd try to me
Heard you, and your little crew, peel me
your hands on your 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, tock, I hit your block
your hands in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down 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, throw your in the air

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

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