Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

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

Fuck jail, Gucci and I'm hood 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 chick in some heels, match the

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

A thousand bags of mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get yo kids rich, yeah
bags of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, 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 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 and you bullshit
Pistol like a Chaperon, we goin' on a trip

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

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

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

A bags of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get yo kids rich, yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell
that 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 pull violence?
non-violent

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

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

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