Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

from here to Compton, to Bouldacrest

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

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

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