Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

that arm on my kush shit
My girlfriend think she President Bush, bitch, yeah
And I'm gon' off lean shit
My brotha keep 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 'Rari in the front and I parked it
A black chick in some heels, match the

I'm pullin' up to the club I own it
Ain't with that bullshit, Gucci condone it
My tolerance get low with the
I up, bought my main chick a Lexus

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

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

I be the Brick youngin', stankin' like a funyan
All these otha rap niggas 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 school

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

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

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 shit, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah
This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah
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 lights out, out
Creep on in silence, why do I pull violence?
We're

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

Stretch here to Compton, to Bouldacrest

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

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

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