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

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

Fresh is the word, when I display my forte
done than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the lyrical
Stress me out, no doubt, I might to blast ya

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

me not, Im wicked like three sixes
Im doper than the Pete Rock
Never walk through the crowd
Im hardcore to the bone, Im 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 face with here lyrical mace

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

Ah shit, another one of those hits
wanna get busy with 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?
Then try and this, Buddha blessed Gemini
You get thrown sent home in a
stuff dont make it back, very often

I got to take care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the side 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, 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, your hands 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, my voice pitch
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 criminal in
With my nigga E and Cypress, 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 get hurt up like the jury callin' murder
deaf 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

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

Steppin' to the park in the hill you cant
The baby gangsta on this Compton thang
Dont slip, the late night 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 Spock

You wish you could hang, like I
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 hands in the air, dont this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E with Cypress

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 hands in the air

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

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