Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

Yeah, bust how we gonna off this ninety-five
assassins, Cypress Hill joint
Yo, we want everybody out there to their 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 might have to ya

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I tricky, the sticky smoka 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 leave your crew
bip or some two and two shit
Raw silk 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 your yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my nigga Keith in the place takin'
Word up youll get up like the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I freak shit you neva of

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, throw your 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 from a lonely clip

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

You wish you could hang, like I
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, tick tock, I hit your
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

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, throw your in the air

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