Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

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

Let me ask ya, can I busy one time?
And unwind and chill, with 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 Rock remixes
Never walk through the sluggish
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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

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

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

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

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

Kickin' it to the 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

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

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, wont get off me
So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as talkies

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

Funk Doctor Spock, lock the
Individual, to put criminal in
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 Keith in the place takin' charge
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury callin'
Youre deaf 'cuz I shit you neva heard of

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, throw your in the air

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

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

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, tick tock, I hit your
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

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

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 your in the air

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