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

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

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

Let me ask ya, can I gets busy one
And unwind and chill, with Hill
Huh, I go on my bad self
Im the four pound toter, the blunt smoker

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

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

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

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

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

I got Erick to take of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' open the doors to the
Takin' you to the dark side of mental

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 your 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, 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 me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as walkie

up my level, adjust my voice 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

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

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

it to the brothers 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

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

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

You you could hang, like 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
Throw your hands in the air, dont bite
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 your 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

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 your