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 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 lyrical
Stress me out, no doubt, I might to blast ya

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

Believe me not, Im wicked like three
Im doper than the Pete remixes
walk through the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

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

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

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

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

I got Erick to take care of the
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies
Bustin' open the doors to the
Takin' you to the side of your mental

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

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

Turn up my level, adjust my pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your with
bip or some two and two shit
Raw silk 'cuz you do it to my

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

In back yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my Keith in the place takin' charge
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I freak shit you 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 in the hill you cant hang
The original baby gangsta on this thang
Dont slip, the late hype is when I dip
is the sound from a lonely clip

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

You wish you could hang, like I
Dwells in the CPT, the hood
G, the finger, Ima get you
Hit you, the 9, Ima split you

Aint no poppin', no
to the tock, tick tock, I hit your block
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 your 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 hands in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw 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, assassins in your mind