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

Yeah, how we gonna bounce off this 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 than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the master
Stress me out, no doubt, I might to blast ya

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

Believe me not, Im wicked three sixes
Im than the Pete Rock remixes
walk through the crowd sluggish
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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

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

Ah shit, another one of gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get with the ultimate
get real, yo Im representin' the Hill
With chips and clips and tons of steel

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

I got Erick to care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies
Bustin' the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark of your mental

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, throw your in the air

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 hands in the air

I rhyme tricky, the smoka with the mind itchy
Finger up on the pen, be he the bomb, dicky
These off-keys MCs me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as walkie

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

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

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

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 your in the air

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

Cant feel me, if I was crack 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 9, Ima split you

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tock, I hit your block
Throw your in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E 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
it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, your hands 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, assassins in your mind