Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

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

Let me ask ya, can I busy one time?
And unwind and chill, with Cypress
Huh, I go on my bad self
Im the pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im like three sixes
Im than the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd
Im hardcore to the bone, Im ruggish

The Bandit, I be Erick Sermon
I real determined
And one for the trouble and two for the
I take it to your face with here lyrical mace

And if you know, yall better recognize
Im coming through with speed, 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 wants to be the first to die?
Then try and test this, Buddha blessed
You get thrown sent in a coffin'
Punk stuff dont make it back, very

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

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

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

I rhyme tricky, the smoka with the mind itchy
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 walkie

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

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

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

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 your in the air

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

Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to me
Heard you, and little crew, wanna peel me
Keep your on your hood, you get got
The Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock

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

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tock, I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E with Cypress

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

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