Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

Yeah, how we gonna bounce off this ninety-five
Soul assassins, Cypress Hill
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 my shit, E the lyrical master
Stress me out, no doubt, I have 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 blunt

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

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

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

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

So who to be the first nigga to die?
Then try and test this, Buddha blessed
You get thrown sent home in a
Punk stuff dont 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 dark side of your

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 hands in the air

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

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 'em softly and use 'em as walkie talkies

Turn up my level, adjust my voice
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your with
Boom bip or some two and two
Raw silk 'cuz you do it to my

Doctor Spock, lock 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 yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my nigga Keith in the place charge
up youll get hurt up like the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I freak shit you heard of

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, your hands in the air

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

Cant me, if I was crack youd try to steal me
Heard you, and your little crew, wanna 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 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, bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

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