Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

Fresh is the word, when I display my 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 four pound toter, the Phil smoker

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

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

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

Ah shit, another one of gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get busy with the
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 Gemini
You get thrown sent in a coffin'
Punk stuff dont it back, very often

I got Erick to take of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark of your mental

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

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

I rhyme tricky, the sticky 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 softly and use 'em as 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 '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 write
You swore, it was a nuclear war,

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

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

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

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

You wish you could hang, like I
in the CPT, the hood thing
G, the finger, Ima get you
Hit you, the 9, Ima split you

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

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, your hands in the air

it to the brothers 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

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