Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

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

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

Fuck jail, Gucci time and I'm rich
I'm in that zone 6 and I throw it like the first
My yellow in the front and I parked it
A black 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 tolerance get low with the
I woke up, bought my chick a Lexus

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

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 shit, hell yeah

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

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

I got money to blow, naw, I ain't
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, yeah
This that shit get yo kids rich, hell yeah
bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that Bush shit, hell yeah

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

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

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

Stretch from to Compton, to Bouldacrest

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

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

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