Luyện nghe bài hát Don't Trip

Don't you trip this is the assassins
We and blast them
We eastside riders, this is how we

I hot days under the sun with all my loved ones
Soul family click you know the dark one
hellraisers, promoters pay us
To tear the roof of this shit, the mic
Smoke alarms goin off, off
The track, got em showin off, off
All wack niggas choke in coal, eat a up
Pick up ya teeth out the street holes
God knows weedniggas ya ya find ways
To the path of the serial rhyme-killa
Top billa, filla
Spittin out hot shit then godzilla
The firebreatha, turn up your
I attack the brain through the in ya speaka

No you fuck with this...
No you can't with this...

You can't hold the fury, I bury you in a hurry
Rhymestyle non-stop commin in a
worry, imma settle this, get the fist
I your vocalcord with a flick of my wrist
You insist to be here, I this clear
a game of cut-throat from ear to ear
Can you hang in the when, where ya girlfriend
Hanging with my crew and serving
Come get feeling hurt and come act hard
I got a ditch in my backyard for all you niggas
I make figures for all the soldiers to
to my fam, bands who won't see the ...
I see you in the one, I test one
When you flex son, respect one, the one
Cypress hill, soul assassins, you on
In the race life yo we passin you on

Don't you trip this is the assassins
We come and them
We eastside riders, this is how we

Don't you trip this is the assassins
Who wanna be stupid be the first to die