Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

Eastside L.A., Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live shit
L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live shit

We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, money that's right
We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, holders that's right

Well, it's the cat looking for the Buddhasack
On my side is my easy, can't fuck with
out venom but if you wanna bill though
Come in peace and you can on the Hill, bro

But if it ain't in peace, bro, it to a homicide
Throw you in the trunk, take a to the Eastside
It's a suicide when fucking with the Hill
Fool, your weapon or I'm coming for the kill

Duck from the gunshots is sticking to ya
Standing all alone shotgun goes
it go through ya, ya smelling like manure
Fools all bloody body in the sewer

a viewer, I'm sipping on Caluha
Sitting back chilling with my nigga
to the Eastside, watch your back busta
Ain't no hood for you, here it's all about the

Eastside L.A., Cypress all day
Spark the lah, we this shit
Eastside L.A., Hill all day
the lah, we live this shit

We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, money holders that's
We type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders right

for my neighborhood banging out hits
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill
To my man on the corner with the shell
Singing sad for the ones that fell

To me, it's kind of watching all these dummies
Straight turn tricks for the fame and the
Walk a little bold their record went gold
Got him a new and up rid it their ho

Need this looking raw before you come
Flexing on brothers better twelve times platinum
I been there done that, fool, check the format
Sweep you and bullshit under the doormat

Put it to your grill like I give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill fucking up the program
Yeah, that big bad Cypress and Perro up in that place
the fuck you wanna do now?

Eastside L.A., Cypress all day
Spark the lah, we this shit
Eastside L.A., Cypress all day
the lah, we live this shit

We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, holders that's right
We type, gat-blasters
Weed smokers, money holders that's

Kicking that funky Hill shit
Think I blast another give something to deal with
I'm the ill one, oh, the cap-peel one
You coming round the Hill fucking son, I spill one
Now I'm heading to the Eastside for revival
Living on the Eastside fighting for

Gotta be nifty with the Han and trying to show no
Wittinesses 'cause people will use it to kill your yo
Off to the stone garden you go and there
When I'm dead I'm bringing my music to there

For all the soldiers, folders, you're on my shoulders
You can't hold us I'm spitting out boulders
every opponent in opposition
I know wishing that I would bow to submission

L.A., Cypress Hill all day
Spark the lah, we live this
L.A., Cypress Hill all day
And spark the lah, we this shit

We Latin-thug type,
smokers, money holders that's right
We Latin-thug type,
Weed smokers, money holders that's