Luyện nghe bài hát No

Yo, all the we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters fuck that

Old school eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the wood with wheel on
a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking and shit

Ain't dat Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces tank and shit
Ain't soft on boy stop thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa ball

This bank I get we all that
To the back we all that to the
Red or blue new cap
Pause bull shit you talking bout
the people start walkin out

If you please we succeed
Shine the hardest and I'll sign an
Longevity like the
Please be aware we care, do you like us?

No, no, I know ain't say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just no

1993 for steps of born leezys
rhymes in class, bored by teachers
Church only on easter, the preacher
Do the up at school right under the bleachers

A wild little doin' lunatic rules
To this day they be like rules
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't stunt it
You cats stay in the back doin' too frontin'

See you hate us to take risk son of a bitch
I really disc jockeys at home my disc
I'm gon' pretend y'all ain't heard shit
School boy 5'9 the hairlines and halfway rich

I'm gon' run niggas out of
Naw fuck y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til run out of crown
Royal, blue jack at the door
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I my car?

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he said

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I he just said no

Swervin', excursion fo 12's
Fo' amps don't know my limit is
I've been packin' like emmitt did
I've po' before know what a limit is

New engine new ain't them D's spinnin'
Love rims, lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the beggin' no mo'
Drom tops on 4's

No love fo hoes change like clothes
Hit 'em like switches then I them on
We all dats how the game should go
We all most of us love the same hoes

Like Carla the preachers daughter wit the barber
there on the other side of college encarta
For starters I know y'all smash
I get no ass so I had to ask, she said

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

I'm feelin' bit oh shit is he in town?
Check the paper weather say temperature down
Yep that's him he to make his rounds
Tell him how it ten mill skin found

Beta not I can show you how
Frank aww he done flood it wit rounds
Don't know what to call me I can think of some
Mr. Hoe Hopper, trick knocker, city

My G's getting depp like P.
I'm feelin' like B round looking for my
Heel I'd take a cidney if the is right
Cocked fo legged and her is tight

It ain't got to be fo eva it can be fo
First class to Nellyville
So how it feel sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' criss out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know ain't say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tight and I think he just said no

Uh oh, north one time let me here ya, uh oh
South side one let me here ya, uh oh
East side on let me here ya, uh oh
side on time let me here ya, uh oh

What, that's why man yo smell like shit
If yo momma breath smelled like nigga
She libel to kill motherfucker
Man if yo momma's look the way yo's do
It look like a layin' on her fo'head
Nigga yo momma snort anthrax and she mobbin'