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

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

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

me not, Im wicked like three sixes
Im than the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Sermon
I gets real
And one for the trouble and two for the
I take it to your face with here lyrical mace

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

Ah shit, another one of those gangsta
wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im representin' the
With chips and clips and of blue steel

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

I got Erick to care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies
Bustin' the doors 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, throw your in the air

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 hands in the air

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

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

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

In back yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my nigga in the place takin' charge
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury murder
Youre 'cuz 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, your hands in the air

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

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

You wish you hang, like I hang
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 your
Throw your hands in the air, bite this
I squeeze, please, the E down with Cypress

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

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

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