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

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

Fresh is the word, I display my rappin' forte
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 busy one
And unwind and chill, with Hill
Huh, I go on with my bad
Im the four pound toter, the Phil smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked three sixes
Im doper the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

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

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

Ah shit, another one of those gangsta
Niggaz wanna get busy the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im the Hill
With chips and and tons of blue steel

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

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

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

I rhyme tricky, the smoka 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 softly and use 'em as talkies

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

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

In your yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my Keith in the place takin' charge
up youll get hurt up like the jury callin' 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 brothers on the
In the alleys, throw hands in the air

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

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

You you could 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, tick tock, I hit your
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

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

it to the brothers 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

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