Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

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

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

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

I'm pullin' up to the like I own it
Ain't with that bullshit, don't 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 get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell
This that President Bush shit, hell

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

I be the Brick Squad youngin', like a funyan
All these otha rap toed like 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 never seen blowin' on that stupid
Rollin' on a beam, hit the scene in Limousine
Codine, promthzine, diamonds I'm my ring
Nigga, what the fuck you mean? Brick Squad team

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

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

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

big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release, my nigga, no out, lights 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 they rovolvin'
All these

from here to Compton, to Bouldacrest

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

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 that President shit, hell yeah

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