Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

A thousand of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that 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' like a
All these otha rap niggas toed a Bunyan
I'm B-S and you B-S but I'm Squad and you bullshit
Pistol a Chaperon, we goin' on a school trip

Places that you seen blowin' on that stupid green
Rollin' on a stupid beam, hit the scene in
Codine, promthzine, diamonds I'm my ring
Nigga, what the fuck you Brick Squad dream team

I got to blow, naw, I ain't drizzy
Money make the world go round, why I'm dizzy
Standin' Gucci flock, they like, "Who is it?"
dunkin' in this mothafuck, cut the chicken

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

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

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

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

Stretch here to Compton, to Bouldacrest

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

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

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