Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

Well, the alley cat looking for the Buddhasack
On my side is my easy, can't fuck with
out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in 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 with the Hill
Fool, drop your weapon or I'm for the kill

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

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

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

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

To me, it's kind of funny watching all these
Straight turn 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 looking raw you come acting
Flexing on some brothers better times platinum
'Cause I been there that, fool, check the format
Sweep you and that bullshit under the

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

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

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

that 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 son, I gotta spill one
Now I'm heading to the Eastside for revival
on the Eastside 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 stay
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to play

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

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

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