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

Yeah, bust how we gonna bounce off ninety-five
assassins, Cypress Hill joint
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 my shit, E the lyrical master
Stress me out, no doubt, I might to blast ya

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

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

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick
I real determined
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 recognize
Im through with speed, with pounds of weed

Ah shit, another one of those gangsta
Niggaz wanna get busy with the
get real, yo Im representin' the Hill
With and clips and tons of blue steel

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

I got to take care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
open the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark side of mental

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, 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, throw your in the air

I rhyme tricky, the sticky 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 kill 'em and use 'em as walkie talkies

Turn up my level, adjust my pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave crew with
bip or some two and two shit
Raw silk you do it to my music

Funk Doctor Spock, 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 back yard, to God, Def Squad
With my nigga Keith in the place charge
Word up youll get hurt up like the jury callin'
Youre deaf 'cuz I freak you neva heard of

it to the brothers 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

Steppin' to the park in the hill you hang
The baby gangsta on this 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 youd try to steal me
Heard you, and little crew, wanna peel me
Keep 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

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tock, I hit your block
Throw your in the air, dont 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 on the corners
In the alleys, throw your 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, throw your in the air

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