Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Verse 1:
You better hope I'm chained up, with a yard
I'll you by the neck, bide you like a tech
fools when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in yuor step on my
Catch a glance of the brother who carries
Your body and buries two more lyrics in styles
what? You ain't got nothin' to say
I backin' up east side LA, all day
Blowin' up the techs, the best flex
Havin' the best sex, in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you it raw
ain't no other Dog breakin' the last straw

Chorus (2x):
You better bounce, nigga, smoke an ounce,
'Cause you rollin' with the and what counts is uh,
Can you with us? You wanna bang with us?
Cypress Hill, worldwide, Los

2: Sen-Dog
I don't bark, I just bite, mangle and niggas up
Check strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin', I give you seconds
To out before you resemblin' a dead man
A hole through headband
My gat's in my hand, my plug's in my left hand, punk
Hill worldwide, you just a local
Don't me, or you can hear it in my vocal
You don't that strap on my hip
To out, the repercussions dug a fat lip
I'm buckin' at the room soon to the
Fuckin' with head like the 'shroom you consume

3
(BR) Bitches, you're all thick-eyed, a ride
I take money-money, make all night
Use the mic, the mic, we choos the mic
When you sorry niggas go off and the mic
(SD) We choose a right, we roll with crew tight
See the light at the end of a tunnel - a gat
Wettin' up flyest apparel, a cane ray
You forget me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin'
Remember me now, Hill soldier
Up and down the boulevard, big money
You descript sequence with no defense
The whole defense hittin' the while you sleepin'