Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

Eastside L.A., Cypress all day
Spark the lah, we live shit
L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live shit

We type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's
We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, holders that's right

Well, it's the alley cat looking for the
On my is my easy, can't fuck with that
Starting out but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can on the Hill, bro

But if it in peace, bro, turn it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk, take a ride to the
a suicide when you're fucking with the Hill
Fool, your weapon or I'm coming for the kill

Duck from the gunshots that is to ya
Standing all shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya, ya smelling manure
Fools all bloody body in the sewer

Enemy's a viewer, I'm on Caluha
back chilling with my nigga SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside, watch your busta
Ain't no hood for you, it's all about the hustlas

Eastside L.A., Cypress all day
Spark the lah, we live shit
Eastside L.A., Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this

We Latin-thug type,
smokers, money holders that's right
We type, gat-blasters
smokers, money holders that's right

Rhyme for my banging out hits
For ever backing up that Hill click
To my man on the corner with the shotgun
sad songs for the ones that fell

To me, kind of funny watching all these dummies
turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a bold 'cause their record went gold
Got him a new and up rid it their ho

Need this looking raw you come acting
Flexing on some brothers twelve times platinum
'Cause I been there done that, fool, the format
you and that bullshit under the doormat

Put it to your grill like I don't give a
Sen Dog and the Hill still up the program
Yeah, that big bad Cypress and Perro up in that place
What the fuck you wanna do

Eastside L.A., Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress all day
the lah, we live this shit

We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, holders that's right
We type, gat-blasters
smokers, money holders that's right

Kicking that funky Cypress shit
Think I blast give them something to deal with
'Cause I'm the ill one, oh, the one
You coming round the fucking son, I gotta spill one
Now I'm heading to the Eastside for revival
Living on the fighting for survival

Gotta be nifty with the Han and trying to show no
Wittinesses people will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and there
I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play there

For all the soldiers, money folders, on my shoulders
You can't us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in
I know wishing that I would bow to submission

Eastside L.A., Cypress all day
Spark the lah, we this shit
L.A., Cypress Hill all day
And spark the lah, we this shit

We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, holders that's right
We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, money that's right