Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

Yeah, bust how we gonna off this ninety-five
assassins, Cypress Hill joint
Yo, we want everybody out there to throw their up
So get it on kid

Fresh is the word, when I display my rappin'
Quicker than O.J., hey
I freaks my shit, E the master
me out, no doubt, I might have to blast ya

Let me ask ya, can I busy one time?
And unwind and chill, Cypress Hill
Huh, I go on my bad self
Im the four pound toter, the blunt smoker

Believe me not, Im like three sixes
Im than the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

The Bandit, I be Erick Sermon
I real determined
And one for the trouble and two for the
I take it to your face this here lyrical mace

And if you know, yall better recognize
Im coming through with speed, with pounds of

Ah shit, another one of those gangsta
wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im representin' the
With chips and clips and of blue steel

So who wants to be the nigga to die?
Then try and test this, Buddha blessed
You get thrown home in a coffin'
Punk stuff dont make it back, very

I got Erick to take care of the
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies
open the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark side of mental

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, your hands in the air

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, throw your in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw hands in the air

I tricky, the sticky smoka with the mind itchy
up on the pen, be like he the bomb, dicky
These off-keys MCs hawk me, wont get off me
So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as walkie

Turn up my level, adjust my pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is what I leave your crew
Boom bip or some two and two
Raw 'cuz you do it to my music

Doctor Spock, lock the hypest
Individual, to put in diapers
With my nigga E and Cypress, I write bitch
You swore, it was a war, crisis

In back yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my nigga in the place takin' charge
up youll get hurt up like the jury callin' murder
Youre 'cuz I freak shit you neva heard of

it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air
it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, throw hands in the air

Steppin' to the park in the hill you cant
The original baby gangsta on this Compton
Dont slip, the night hype is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the sound a lonely clip

Cant feel me, if I was crack try to steal me
Heard you, and little crew, wanna peel me
Keep your hands on hood, you get got
The Green-eyed Bandit, Cypress Hill, and the Funk Spock

You you could hang, like I hang
Dwells in the CPT, the thing
G, the finger, Ima get you
Hit you, the Tech 9, Ima you

no poppin', no stoppin'
Tick to the tock, tick tock, I hit your
Throw hands in the air, dont bite this
I squeeze, please, the E down with Cypress

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw hands in the air

Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, your hands in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw your in the air

Aight, for everybody, all our peeps out on the
All the alleyways, for all our
Incarcerated peeps, brothers on the
ninety-five, soul assassins in your mind