Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

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

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

Duck the gunshots that is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun boo-ya
Watch it go through ya, ya smelling manure
Fools all bloody chilling in the sewer

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

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

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

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

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

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

Put it to grill like I don't give a damn
Sen Dog and the still fucking up the program
Yeah, y'all big bad Cypress and Perro 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., 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, money holders that's

Kicking that funky Cypress Hill
Think I blast give them something to deal with
I'm the ill one, oh, the cap-peel one
You coming the Hill fucking son, I gotta spill one
Now I'm heading to the Eastside looking for
Living on the Eastside fighting for

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 you go and stay there
When I'm dead I'm 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 live shit
L.A., Cypress Hill all day
And the lah, we live this shit

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