Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' trunk goin' crazy
We some real life playin' games in the street
We got that low rider scrapin', on three
(Low rider)

So pop your collar, give a holla, throw yo' in the air
We tear the roof off the mother, lady let yo' hair
Playa do that thang that make you alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' freaky

Now when are done, bumpin' they head to this
You why you wanted anything instead of this
We been makin' you bounce for many years
Rock steady and cut many niggaz to
But I just to blaze it up

Whether it's the mic or a spliff, yes, my gift is to you all
Thought I couldn't come for ten my but guess what?
I slay niggaz and still my best nut
(Low rider)
But you better cover eyes 'cause you never know when
I spit it out and some flowin'

I drop rhymes that grow trees you're smokin'
Ear drums like lungs, your brain's chokin'
Just let it soak in, seep in, creep in, I'm
All you in the deep end
(Low rider)
You wanna trip? I got luggage
I stuff you in and send you off you ain't rugged

Aw, through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill
Oh baby, got that crunk for yo' goin' gangsta crazy
We some real life hustlers playin' in the street
(Low rider)
We got that low rider scrapin', dippin' on

So pop your collar, a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let yo' hair
Playa do that thang that make you feel
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, crack that brew, we gettin' tonight

'Cause we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride us
Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', it up real tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, tilt yo' on back
front on me, baby boy and break bread with the sack
(Low rider)

I be the vato with the fine hoodrat in the
Always deep on the streets like the Mafia
Pleito just might back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's want ya
Not right here homes, we're past all of
Makin' that feria spittin' raps

Ya me Conoces, I'm down for my
Cypress Ave, ya les madre
(Low rider)
Ya tu sabes, we don't that shit
Any pendejo's hit up quick
Whassup What hood you claim?

Now throw it up and like it ain't no thang
(Low rider)
Hands in the air with the pinky
Soul Assassins runnin'
To all you vatos, make you check this
In barrio I'm well respected

Aw, comin' through fo' real, we, Cypress Hill, oh
Got that crunk, for yo' goin' gangsta crazy
We real life hustlers, playin' games in the street
(Low rider)
We got that low scrapin', dippin' on three

So pop your collar, a holla, throw yo' dubs in the air
(Low rider)
We tear the roof off the mother, lady, let down yo'
Playa do that thang make you feel alright
(Low rider)
Smoke that tree, that brew, we gettin' freaky tonight
(Low rider)

Low rider, low
Low rider, low
Low rider, low
Low rider, low