Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off 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
Quicker done O.J., hey
I my shit, E the lyrical master
me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya

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

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

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

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

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

So who wants to be the first nigga to
Then try and test this, blessed Gemini
You get sent home in a coffin'
Punk stuff make it back, very often

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

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 brothers on the
In the alleys, throw your 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 and use 'em as walkie talkies

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

Funk Doctor Spock, the hypest
Individual, to put in diapers
With my nigga E and Cypress, 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 takin'
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury murder
Youre 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

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

Steppin' to the in the hill you cant hang
The original baby on this Compton thang
Dont slip, the late night is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely

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

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

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

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