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

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

Fresh is the word, when I display my forte
Quicker than O.J., hey
I my shit, E the lyrical master
me out, no doubt, I might have 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 pound toter, the Phil blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked like three
Im doper than the Pete Rock
Never walk through the crowd
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

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

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

Ah shit, one of those gangsta hits
Niggaz wanna get with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im the Hill
With chips and and tons of blue steel

So who wants to be the first to die?
Then try and test this, Buddha blessed
You get thrown sent home in a
Punk dont make 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 mental

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cant feel me, if I was crack youd try to 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 wish you hang, like I hang
Dwells in the CPT, the hood
G, the finger, Ima get you
Hit you, the 9, Ima split you

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

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

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, throw hands in the air
it to the brothers on the corners
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
ninety-five, soul assassins in your mind