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

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

Fresh is the word, I display my rappin' forte
done than 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 one time?
And unwind and chill, with Cypress
Huh, I go on with my bad
Im the four toter, the Phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked three sixes
Im doper than the Rock remixes
Never walk through the sluggish
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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

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

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

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

I got to take care of the Sermon
to ashes, dust, bodies burnin'
Bustin' open the to the temple
Takin' you to the dark of your mental

it to the brothers 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

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

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

Turn up my level, my voice pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is I leave your crew with
Boom bip or two and two shit
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 takin'
Word up youll get hurt up the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I freak shit you heard of

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 hands in the air

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

Cant me, if I was crack youd try to steal 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

Aint no poppin', no
Tick to the tock, tock, I hit your block
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E with 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 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 out on the corners
All the alleyways, for all our
peeps, brothers on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five, soul assassins in your