Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

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

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

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

The Bandit, I be Erick Sermon
I gets determined
And one for the and two for the bass
I take it to your face with this lyrical mace

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

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

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

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

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

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the itchy
Finger up on the pen, be like he the bomb,
off-keys MCs hawk me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em and use 'em as walkie talkies

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

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

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

it to the brothers 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 hang
The baby gangsta on this Compton thang
slip, the late night hype is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound from a lonely

Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to me
you, and your little crew, wanna peel me
Keep your hands on hood, you get got
The Green-eyed Bandit, 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 9, Ima split you

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

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 on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air
it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, throw 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 in your mind