Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

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

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

Fuck jail, time 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, Gucci condone it
My get low with the flexin'
I up, bought my main chick a Lexus

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

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

I be the Squad youngin', stankin' like a funyan
All otha 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 that you seen blowin' on that stupid green
Rollin' on a stupid beam, hit the in Limousine
Codine, promthzine, I'm my pinky ring
Nigga, what the fuck you mean? Brick Squad dream

I got money to blow, naw, I ain't
make the world go round, that's why I'm dizzy
Standin' behind flock, they like, "Who is it?"
Slim dunkin' in this mothafuck, cut the

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

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

It's big Gucci, excuse me I ball
Until my release, my nigga, no lights out, out
Creep on in silence, why do I more violence?
non-violent

While my tatoos to remind me
Of the time robbed me with no problems
Now my problems solved and they rovolvin'
All [Incomprehensible]

Stretch from to Compton, to Bouldacrest

That's somethin' to those who nothin'
No bluffin', Brick no, cuffin'

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