Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

Fresh is the word, I display my rappin' forte
done 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 busy one time?
And unwind and chill, Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on my bad self
Im the pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked like three
Im doper than the Rock remixes
Never walk the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im 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, yall recognize
Im coming through speed, with pounds of weed

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

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

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

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, your hands 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, 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 diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your crew with
Boom bip or two and two shit
Raw 'cuz you do it to my music

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

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

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

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

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

You wish you could hang, 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
to the tock, tick tock, I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down Cypress

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

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
Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the
Nineteen ninety-five, assassins in your mind