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

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

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

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

Believe me not, Im like three sixes
Im doper than the Rock remixes
Never walk through the 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 here lyrical mace

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

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

So who to be the first nigga to die?
try and test this, Buddha blessed Gemini
You get thrown sent home in a
Punk stuff make it back, very often

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

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

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

I rhyme tricky, the sticky 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

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

Funk Doctor Spock, lock the
Individual, to put in diapers
With my nigga E and Cypress, 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
up youll get hurt up like the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I shit you neva heard of

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

Steppin' to the park in the 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 Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock

You wish you hang, like I hang
in the CPT, the hood thing
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 block
your hands in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down Cypress

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

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

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