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 everybody out there to throw their hands up
So get it on kid

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I got Erick to take of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
open the doors to the temple
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, your hands in the air

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
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 smoka with the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen, be like he the bomb,
These MCs hawk me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em and use 'em as walkie talkies

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

Funk Doctor Spock, lock the
Individual, to put criminal in
With my E and Cypress, what I write bitch
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 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, throw your in the air
Kickin' it to the brothers on the
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 hype is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound a lonely clip

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

You wish you could hang, I hang
Dwells in the CPT, the 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, dont bite
I squeeze, nigga please, the E with Cypress

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

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