Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

Well, it's the alley cat looking for the
On my side is my easy, fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you bill though
in peace and you can come on the Hill, bro

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

Duck from the gunshots that is to ya
Standing all alone goes boo-ya
Watch it go ya, ya smelling like manure
Fools all body chilling in the sewer

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

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

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

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

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

Need this raw before you come acting
Flexing on some brothers better twelve platinum
'Cause I been done that, fool, check the format
Sweep you and that bullshit the doormat

Put it to your like I don't give a damn
Sen Dog and the still fucking up the program
Yeah, y'all that big bad Cypress and up in that place
the fuck you wanna do now?

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

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

Kicking funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to deal
I'm the ill one, oh, the cap-peel one
You coming round the Hill fucking son, I spill one
Now I'm heading to the looking for revival
Living on the fighting for survival

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

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

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

We type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders right
We type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders right