Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands In The Air (Remix)

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

is the word, when I display my rappin' forte
Quicker than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the lyrical
Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to 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 blunt smoker

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick
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 dont know, yall better
Im coming through speed, with pounds of weed

Ah shit, another one of those gangsta
Niggaz wanna get with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im representin' the
With chips and and tons of blue steel

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

I got to take care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark 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, your 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, throw hands in the air

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

Turn up my level, adjust my voice
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is I leave your 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 E and Cypress, what I write bitch
You swore, it was a nuclear war,

In your back yard, to God, Def Squad
With my nigga Keith in the place charge
Word up youll get up like the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf I freak shit you neva heard of

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, throw hands in the air

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

Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to me
Heard you, and little crew, wanna peel me
your hands on your hood, you get got
The Green-eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the 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, tock, I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, dont bite
I squeeze, nigga please, the E with Cypress

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 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 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 in your mind