Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

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

But if it ain't in peace, bro, turn it to a
Throw you in the trunk, take a ride to the
It's a suicide when you're fucking with the
Fool, drop weapon or I'm coming for the kill

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

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

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

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

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

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

Need this looking raw before you acting
on some brothers better twelve times platinum
'Cause I there done that, fool, check the format
Sweep you and bullshit under the doormat

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

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

We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, money holders right
We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, money holders right

that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to with
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
on the Eastside fighting for survival

Gotta be nifty the Han Solo and trying to show no
Wittinesses 'cause people will use it to kill your 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 hold us back I'm spitting out
Crushing every opponent in
I you're wishing that I would bow to submission

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

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