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

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

Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin'
done than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the lyrical
me out, no doubt, I might have to blast 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 like three
Im doper the Pete Rock remixes
walk through the crowd sluggish
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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 coming with speed, with pounds of weed

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

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

I got Erick to take care of the
to ashes, dust, bodies 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
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 your in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air

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

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 'cuz you do it to my

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

In your yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my nigga Keith in the takin' charge
Word up youll get hurt up like the callin' murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I freak 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

to the park in the hill you cant hang
The original baby gangsta on this Compton
slip, the late 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 your little crew, wanna me
Keep hands on your hood, you get got
The Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Doctor Spock

You you could hang, like I hang
in the CPT, the hood thing
G, the finger, Ima get you
Hit you, the Tech 9, Ima you

Aint no poppin', no
Tick to the tock, tock, I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, dont this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
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, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the 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
Incarcerated peeps, on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five, soul in your mind