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

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

is the word, when 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 busy 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 like sixes
Im doper than the Pete remixes
Never walk through the crowd
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick
I real determined
And one for the and two for the bass
I it to your face with this 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 get busy 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 to die?
Then try and test this, Buddha Gemini
You get thrown home in a coffin'
Punk stuff dont make it back, very

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

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, your 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, throw hands in the air

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen, be he the bomb, dicky
These off-keys MCs hawk me, 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 your with
bip or some two and two shit
Raw silk 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 nuclear war,

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

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

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

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

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

Aint no poppin', no
Tick to the tock, tick tock, I hit your
Throw your hands in the air, dont this
I squeeze, please, the E down with Cypress

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

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, your 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