Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Hill
Oh baby, got crunk for yo' trunk goin' gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers games in the street
We got that low scrapin', dippin' on three
(Low rider)

So pop your collar, give a holla, yo' dubs in the air
We tear the roof off the mother, lady let down yo'
do that thang that make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

Now when people are done, bumpin' head to this
You wonder why you anything instead of this
We been makin' you for many years already
Rock steady and cut niggaz to confetti
But I want to blaze it up

it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my gift is to amaze you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my friend but what?
I slay niggaz and still my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better your eyes 'cause you never know when
I spit it out and start some

I drop rhymes that like trees you're smokin'
Ear drums feel like lungs, brain's chokin'
Just let it soak in, in, creep in, I'm keepin'
All you in the deep end
(Low rider)
You trip? Then I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off 'cause you ain't

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers games in the street
(Low rider)
We got that low scrapin', dippin' on three

So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair
do that thang that make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight

'Cause we're Cypress Hill, on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', it up real tough
to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' seat on back
Don't front on me, boy and break bread with the sack
(Low rider)

I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the
Always roll deep on the streets like the
Pleito just might come and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna ya
Not here homes, we're past all of that
Makin' that feria spittin' raps

Ya me Conoces, I'm for my calle
Cypress Ave, ya les madre
(Low rider)
Ya tu sabes, we don't that shit
Any pendejo's hit up quick
Whassup What hood you claim?

Now throw it up and down like it ain't no
(Low rider)
Hands in the air with the rings
Assassins runnin' everythin'
To all you vatos, make sure you this
In every I'm well respected

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Hill, oh baby
Got that crunk, for yo' trunk gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers, playin' games in the
(Low rider)
We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on

So pop your collar, a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the off the mother, lady, let down yo' hair
Playa do that thang that make you feel
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
(Low rider)

Low rider, low
Low rider, low
Low rider, low
Low rider, low