Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

Well, the alley cat looking for the Buddhasack
On my side is my easy, can't with that
Starting out venom but if you wanna though
Come in and you can come on the Hill, bro

But if it ain't in peace, bro, turn it to a
Throw you in the trunk, take a to the Eastside
It's a when you're fucking with the Hill
Fool, drop 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 smelling manure
Fools all body chilling in the sewer

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

be nifty with the Han Solo and trying to show no
Wittinesses 'cause people use it to kill your show yo
Off to the garden you go and stay there
When I'm dead I'm my music 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 know you're wishing that I would bow to

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

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