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 shit

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

Well, it's the alley cat for the Buddhasack
On my side is my easy, fuck with that
out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can on the Hill, bro

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

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

Enemy's a viewer, I'm on Caluha
Sitting back chilling my nigga SonDuhla
Heading to the Eastside, watch your busta
no hood for you, here it's all about the hustlas

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

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

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

To me, it's kind of funny watching all dummies
turn tricks for the fame and the money
Walk a 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 brothers twelve times platinum
'Cause I been done that, fool, check the format
Sweep you and that bullshit the doormat

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

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

Kicking funky Cypress Hill shit
Think I another give them something to deal with
'Cause I'm the ill one, oh, the 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 with the Han Solo and trying to show no
Wittinesses 'cause people will use it to 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 hold us back I'm spitting out boulders
Crushing every opponent in
I know you're that I would bow to submission

L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this
L.A., Cypress Hill 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 holders that's