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 throw hands up
So get it on kid

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

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

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

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

And if you dont know, 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 representin' the
With chips and clips and of blue steel

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

I got Erick to take care of the
to ashes, dust, bodies burnin'
Bustin' open the doors to the
Takin' you to the 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 your in the air

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

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind
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 walkie

Turn up my level, adjust my pitch
this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your crew with
Boom bip or some two and two
Raw silk you do it to my music

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

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

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 your in the air

Steppin' to the park in the hill you cant
The original gangsta on this Compton 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
you, and your little crew, wanna peel me
Keep your on your hood, you get got
The Green-eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor

You wish you could hang, I hang
Dwells in the CPT, the hood
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 block
your hands in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down Cypress

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

it to the brothers 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

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