Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Verse 1:
You better I'm chained up, shackled with a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you a tech
Wreck when I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit your pants, get in step on my advance
Catch a glance of the brother who carries
Your and buries two more lyrics in styles varied
Fool what? You got nothin' to say
I been backin' up side LA, all day
Blowin' up the best techs, the best
Havin' the best sex, fuckin' in
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' the Hill and what counts is uh,
Can you hang us? You wanna bang with us?
Hill, worldwide, Los Angeles

Verse 2:
I bark, I just bite, mangle and maim niggas up
your strap, they mangle us and pick us up
Fool, now you tremblin', I you three seconds
To break out before you a dead man
A hole through your
My gat's in my right hand, my plug's in my left hand,
Cypress Hill worldwide, you just a
Don't anger me, or you can it in my vocal
You want that strap on my hip
To deal out, the dug a fat lip
I'm buckin' at the room to the boom
Fuckin' with your head like the you consume

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