Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

Well, the alley cat looking for the Buddhasack
On my side is my easy, fuck with that
Starting out but if you wanna bill though
Come in and you can come 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 when you're with the Hill
Fool, drop your weapon or I'm coming for the

Duck from the gunshots that is to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes
it go through ya, ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body in the sewer

a viewer, I'm sipping on Caluha
Sitting back with my nigga 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
the lah, we live this shit
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 right

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

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

this looking raw before you come acting
Flexing on some better twelve times platinum
I been 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 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
Spark the lah, we live this

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

Kicking funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I blast another give them something to with
'Cause I'm the ill one, oh, the one
You coming round the Hill fucking son, I spill one
Now I'm heading to the looking for revival
Living on the Eastside fighting for

Gotta be nifty with the Han and trying to show no
'cause people will use it to kill your show 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, folders, you're on my shoulders
You hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
every opponent in opposition
I know you're 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 spark the lah, we this shit

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