Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin'
Quicker done O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the master
Stress me out, no doubt, I have to blast ya

Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one
And unwind and chill, Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on with my bad
Im the four pound toter, the Phil blunt

Believe me not, Im wicked like three
Im doper than the Pete remixes
Never through the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

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

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

Ah shit, another one of gangsta hits
Niggaz get busy with the ultimate
get real, yo Im representin' the Hill
With and clips and tons of blue steel

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

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, 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, your hands in the air

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind
up on the pen, be like he the bomb, dicky
These MCs hawk me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as talkies

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

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

In your yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my Keith in the place takin' charge
Word up get hurt up like the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf I freak shit you neva heard of

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

Steppin' to the park in the hill you hang
The original baby gangsta on this thang
Dont slip, the night 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 little crew, 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 thing
G, the finger, Ima get you
Hit you, the Tech 9, Ima 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 with Cypress

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

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