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 everybody out there to throw their hands up
So get it on kid

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

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

Believe me not, Im wicked three sixes
Im doper than the Rock remixes
Never through the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im thuggish

The Green-Eyed Bandit, I be Sermon
I gets real
And one for the and two for the bass
I take it to your face this here lyrical mace

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

Ah shit, another one of those hits
wanna get busy with the ultimate
Fools get real, yo Im the Hill
With chips and clips and tons of blue

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

I got Erick to care of the Sermon
Ashes to ashes, dust, bodies
Bustin' the doors to the temple
Takin' you to the dark side of your

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

I rhyme tricky, the sticky smoka with the itchy
Finger up on the pen, be like he the bomb,
off-keys MCs hawk me, they wont get off me
So I kill 'em softly and use 'em as talkies

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Aint no poppin', no
Tick to the tock, tock, I hit your block
Throw your hands in the air, bite this
I squeeze, nigga please, the E down with

it to the brothers on the corners
In the alleys, your hands 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, throw hands 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
peeps, brothers on the streets
Nineteen ninety-five, soul in your mind