Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell
This that shit get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, yeah

A thousand bags of mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell
bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, hell

This arm on my kush shit
My girlfriend think she Bush, bitch, hell yeah
And I'm gon' off that lean
My brotha Duke keep on sendin' me that shit

Fuck jail, Gucci and I'm hood rich
I'm in that 6 and I throw it like the first pitch
My yellow 'Rari in the front and I it
A chick in some heels, match the carpet

I'm pullin' up to the like I own it
Ain't with that bullshit, don't condone it
My get low with the flexin'
I up, bought my main chick a Lexus

A thousand of that mid shit, hell yeah
that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell
This that Bush shit, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah
This shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of kush shit, hell yeah
that President Bush shit, hell yeah

I be the Brick Squad youngin', stankin' a funyan
All these rap niggas toed like a Bunyan
I'm B-S and you B-S but I'm Brick Squad and you
Pistol like a Chaperon, we on a school trip

Places you never seen blowin' on that stupid green
Rollin' on a stupid beam, hit the scene in
Codine, promthzine, diamonds I'm my ring
Nigga, the fuck you mean? Brick Squad dream team

I got money to blow, naw, I drizzy
Money make the world go round, why I'm dizzy
Standin' behind Gucci flock, like, "Who is it?"
Slim dunkin' in this mothafuck, cut the

A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell
This that shit that get yo kids rich, yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell
that President Bush shit, hell yeah

A bags of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell
This that Bush Shit, hell yeah

big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release, my nigga, no lights out, out
on in silence, why do I pull more violence?
We're

my tatoos smilin' to remind me
Of the time they robbed me with no
Now my solved and they rovolvin' around
All these

Stretch from to Compton, to Bouldacrest

That's somethin' to those who have
No bluffin', Squad no, cuffin'

A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah
This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell
This that President Bush shit, hell

A bags of that mid shit, hell yeah
that shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that shit, hell yeah
This that Bush shit, hell yeah