Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

is the word, when I display my rappin' forte
Quicker done O.J., hey
I my shit, E the lyrical master
Stress me out, no doubt, I have to blast ya

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

Believe me not, Im wicked like sixes
Im doper the Pete Rock remixes
Never walk through the crowd
Im to the bone, Im thuggish ruggish

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Erick
I real determined
And one for the trouble and two for the
I take it to your face with here lyrical mace

And if you dont know, yall better
Im through with speed, with pounds of weed

Ah shit, another one of those hits
Niggaz get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im representin' the
With chips and clips and tons of steel

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

I got Erick to take of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, burnin'
Bustin' open the doors to the
Takin' you to the dark side of your

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

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

Turn up my level, my voice pitch
Hoist this diagnosis, comatosis is I leave your crew with
Boom bip or two and two shit
Raw silk 'cuz you do it to my

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

In your back yard, word to God, Def
With my Keith in the place takin' charge
Word up youll get hurt up the jury callin' murder
Youre deaf 'cuz I shit you neva heard of

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

Steppin' to the park in the hill you hang
The baby gangsta on this Compton thang
slip, the late night hype is when I dip
Boo-yaa is the from a lonely clip

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

You wish you could hang, like I
in the CPT, the hood 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, throw your in the air
Kickin' it to the on the corners
In the alleys, throw your 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, your hands in the air

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