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 this shit

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

Well, the alley cat looking for the Buddhasack
On my side is my easy, can't with that
out venom 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
you in the trunk, take a ride to the Eastside
It's a suicide 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 alone shotgun boo-ya
Watch it go through ya, ya like manure
Fools all bloody chilling in the sewer

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

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

for my neighborhood banging 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, kind of funny watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the and the money
Walk a little bold 'cause their record 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 there done that, fool, check the
Sweep you and that under the doormat

Put it to your grill like I give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the
Yeah, y'all big bad Cypress and Perro up in that place
the fuck you wanna do now?

Eastside L.A., 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
smokers, money holders that's right
We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, money holders that's

Kicking that funky Cypress Hill
I blast another 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 looking for
Living on the Eastside fighting for

Gotta be nifty with the Han Solo and 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 us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every in opposition
I you're wishing that I would bow to submission

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

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