Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

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

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

Duck from the gunshots is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun boo-ya
Watch it go ya, ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body chilling in the

Enemy's a viewer, I'm sipping on
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
L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we this shit

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

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

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

Need this looking raw before you acting
Flexing on brothers better twelve times platinum
'Cause I been 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 fucking up the program
Yeah, that 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 live this
Eastside L.A., Hill all day
the lah, we live this shit

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

that funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another them something to deal with
'Cause I'm the ill one, oh, the one
You round the Hill 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 Solo and trying to no
Wittinesses 'cause will use it to kill your show yo
Off to the stone garden you go and there
When I'm dead I'm bringing my to play there

For all the soldiers, money folders, on my shoulders
You hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing opponent in opposition
I you're wishing that I would bow to submission

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

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