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

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

Fresh is the word, I display my rappin' forte
Quicker done O.J., hey
I my shit, E the lyrical 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 Cypress
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 through the crowd
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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

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

Ah shit, another one of gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get busy 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?
try and test this, Buddha blessed Gemini
You get sent home in a coffin'
Punk stuff make it back, very often

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

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

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

Turn up my level, adjust my voice
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your crew
Boom bip or two and two shit
Raw silk 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
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury callin'
Youre deaf 'cuz I shit you neva heard of

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 your in the air

Steppin' to the park in the hill you hang
The original baby gangsta on this Compton
Dont slip, the 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 Green-eyed Bandit, Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock

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

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 your in the air

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, your 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