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

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

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

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

Believe me not, Im wicked like sixes
Im doper than the Pete remixes
Never walk through the sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im ruggish

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

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

Ah shit, another one of gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get 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 to die?
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
to ashes, dust, bodies burnin'
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 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
it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, throw hands in the air

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen, be he the bomb, dicky
These off-keys MCs me, they 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 your crew with
bip or some two and two shit
Raw 'cuz you do it to my music

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

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

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, your hands in the air

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

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

You wish you hang, like I hang
in the CPT, the hood 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 hands in the air, bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

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 hands in the air

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, your 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 your