Luyện nghe bài hát We Live This Shit

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

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

Well, the alley cat looking for the Buddhasack
On my is my easy, can't fuck with that
Starting out venom but if you bill though
in peace and you can come on the Hill, bro

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

Duck from the that is sticking to ya
Standing all shotgun goes boo-ya
Watch it go through ya, ya like manure
Fools all bloody body in the sewer

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

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

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

Rhyme for my neighborhood banging out
For ever backing up that Cypress Hill
To my man on the corner the shotgun shell
Singing sad songs for the that fell

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

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

Put it to your grill I don't give a damn
Sen Dog and the Hill still fucking up the
Yeah, y'all that big bad Cypress and Perro up in that
What the you wanna do now?

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

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

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

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

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

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