Luyện nghe bài hát Lowrider

Low rider, low
Low rider, low

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

we're Cypress Hill, come on and ride with us
Just get inside, we bouncin', dippin', it up real tough
Lean to the side, pimp yo' hat, yo' seat on back
Don't on me, baby boy and break bread with the sack
(Low rider)

I be the vato with the hoodrat in the ranfla
roll deep on the streets like the Mafia
Pleito just come back and haunt ya
Flossin' too much, no vato's gonna ya
Not here homes, we're past all of that
that feria spittin' that raps

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

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

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

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

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