Luyện nghe bài hát Worldwide

Verse 1:
You better hope I'm chained up, shackled a yard
I'll snatch you by the neck, bide you a tech
Wreck fools I disconnect, make you sweat
Shit pants, get in yuor step on my advance
Catch a glance of the legendary who carries
Your body and buries two lyrics in styles varied
Fool what? You ain't got to say
I been backin' up east LA, all day
Blowin' up the best techs, the flex
Havin' the sex, fuckin' in Wessex
The hardcore shit, I know you it raw
'Cause ain't no other Dog breakin' the last

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

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

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(BR) Bitches, all thick-eyed, a weak ride
I money-money, make 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 life right, we roll with tight
See the at the end of a tunnel - a gat barrel
up your flyest apparel, a cane ray
You me and I'll be back to refresh your fuckin' memory
Remember me now, Cypress Hill
Up and down the boulevard, big folder
You bring descript sequence no defense
The defense hittin' the bones while you sleepin'