Luyện nghe bài hát Throw Your Hands in The Air

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

is the word, when I display my rappin' forte
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, with Hill
Huh, I go on my bad self
Im the four pound toter, the Phil smoker

Believe me not, Im wicked like sixes
Im doper than the Pete Rock
Never through the crowd sluggish
Im hardcore to the bone, Im ruggish

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

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

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

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

I got to take care of the Sermon
to ashes, dust, bodies burnin'
Bustin' open the doors to the
Takin' you to the dark side of mental

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

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

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

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

In back yard, word to God, Def Squad
With my nigga Keith in the takin' charge
Word up 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 hands in the air
Kickin' it to the brothers on the
In the alleys, throw your in the air

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

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

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

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

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

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 your in the air

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