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

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

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

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

me not, Im wicked like three sixes
Im doper than the Pete Rock
walk through 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 with this here lyrical mace

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

Ah shit, another one of gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im representin' the
With chips and clips and of blue 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 it back, very often

I got to take care of the Sermon
to ashes, dust, bodies 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, your 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, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, throw 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 me, they wont get off me
So I 'em softly and use 'em as walkie talkies

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

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

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

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

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

feel me, if I was crack youd try to steal me
Heard you, and your little crew, wanna me
your hands on your hood, you get got
The Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock

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

Aint no poppin', no
to the tock, tick tock, I hit your block
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

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

it to the brothers 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 peeps out on the
All the alleyways, for all our
peeps, brothers on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five, soul in your mind