Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off ninety-five
Soul assassins, Cypress joint
Yo, we want everybody out there to throw 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
me out, no doubt, I might 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 like three sixes
Im doper the Pete Rock remixes
Never through the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

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 dont know, yall better
Im coming through with speed, pounds of weed

Ah shit, another one of those hits
Niggaz wanna get with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im the Hill
chips and clips and tons of blue steel

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

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

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 your in the air

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 hands in the air

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

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

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

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

it to the brothers 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

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

feel me, if I was crack youd try to steal me
Heard you, and your crew, wanna peel me
Keep your hands on hood, you get got
The Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk 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
your hands in the air, dont 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

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

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