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

Yeah, bust how we bounce 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, when I my rappin' forte
done than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the master
Stress me out, no doubt, I have to blast ya

Let me ask ya, can I gets one time?
And and chill, with 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 than the Pete Rock
Never walk the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

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

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

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

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

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

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 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, your hands in the air

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

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

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

In your yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my nigga in the place takin' charge
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury callin'
deaf 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

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 hands in the air

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

feel me, if I was crack youd 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 Funk Spock

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

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tock, I hit your block
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, please, the E down with Cypress

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

it to the brothers 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, assassins in your mind