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

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

Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin'
done than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the master
Stress me out, no doubt, I might have to 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 toter, the Phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked like three
Im than the Pete Rock remixes
Never through the crowd sluggish
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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, yall better
Im through with speed, with pounds of weed

Ah shit, another one of those hits
Niggaz wanna get with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im the Hill
With chips and clips and of blue steel

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

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

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, your hands in the air

it to the brothers 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

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind
Finger up on the pen, be he the bomb, dicky
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 crew
Boom bip or two and two shit
Raw 'cuz you do it to my music

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

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

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

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

Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to me
Heard you, and little crew, wanna 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

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tick tock, I hit 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, your hands 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 hands in the air
it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air

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