Luyện nghe bài hát My 64

Cruisin the street in my 64
(Mike Jones!)
Jockin a bitch, a hoe
to the park to get the scoop
Knuckleheads out there, cold, shootin hoops

down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
down the street in my
(Mike Jones Jones)
Jockin a bitch, here we

Well I'm cruisin down the street in my candy low
Bouncin a [incomprehensible] in my 64's
I pull up wood grippin, doors tippin, low
I'm hittin sixteen switches, watch it stop and hit the

I'm on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro
The girls show me love when they panties hit the
I said I'm on the curb, sippin syrup, blowin dro
I got the 64 hoppin, watch it and do a show

First I wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy drop wit a glock in it
First I lean wit it, then I wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a in it

First I lean, then I
(Mike Jones!)
I lean, then I rock
I said, I lean wit it, then I rock wit it
I got a candy apple drop wit a in it

Because I'm cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

Cruisin down the in my 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin the street in my
(Bun B)
Jockin a bitch, we g-g-go

Bun B, I'm known for slammin Cadillac doors
Comin down on that candy with swangers and them 4's
But I got for the West Coast, all day
So I suppose head out to Cali, the land of the low-lows

Touch in LAX and I don't need no car
Robbie Chino me up with the bud and the bar
In the hood I'm a star so to the I'ma go
With Jones and Snoop Dogg and they already know

That I get love from the B's, from the C's
Mexican, and Samoa OG's
Throw it up they see me and holla, Hey Bun!
When I'm comin out in Soul Grey One

You might see me at Long Beach or maybe
Inglewood, I.E. or West
Im Southside ridin the homie big Kun
Car hoppin, top droppin so that kid room

When I'm cruisin down the in my 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch

Cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
down the street in my
(Snoop Dogg)
Jockin a bitch, here we

An big Dogg in a yellow Parisini
With two in the back in they Crip blue bikinis
Shakin and they jumpin the deuce keep bouncin
Tippin, whippin, the ass dippin

Candy paint and these axel's what Im sippin
As I shake like a game, cold as the ice age
Mike Jones like a Rollin Stone
An' Snoop boy I'm b-b-bad to the bone

them Cali boys, we love them low-lows
An real car club members bang low doors
And take photos, see is fine
I'm in the 64, a sixty-trey, a 59

I love my car like I my wife
See low ridin aint a its a way of life
On the real dough I'll tell you how it feel
If you see me in the fo slow yo

Cruisin down the in my 64
a bitch, jockin a bitch
Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
Cruisin down the in my
Jockin a bitch, jockin' a

Yeah man, let me somethin' to you one time, man
Low is not a sport, it's a way of life
Its buildin' a car from scratch, you understand me

You gotta put the fresh on it
You put the mustard and mayonnaise
the tires, you understand me
You put the chrome on it
A gold on it, you understand me
Its be a hundred spokes or better, ya dig?

An' you gotta the top
You put the switches on the motherfucker
You definitely got to have a
And when you hit the streets you have a freak
You what I'm sayin'
One of the side, two on the
That's how it's go down man
Thats lowridin, you understand me

From a West motherfuckin' G man
We bouncin', we schlippin', we tippin', we
We dodgin' motherfuckin' all the while
While we this motherfuckin' gangsta style
You understand what I'm sayin', yeah I'm cruisin'

Cruisin down the in my 64
Jockin a bitch, a bitch
down the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a

Cruisin the street in my 64
Jockin a bitch, jockin a
down the street in my
Jockin a bitch, here we