Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

1 - (oh no) when at the club, when at the
When at the club, we get so
We try to up some shit

(oh no) when at the club, at the club
at the club, we get so bumped
We try to up some shit

(oh no) when at the club, when at the
at the club, we get so bumped
We try to tear up shit

(oh no) when at the club, at the club
When at the club, we get so
We try to tear up some

boo]
Oh no, you
gangsta boo comin' atcha
Wit niggas guaranteed to wet fuckin coochies, watered up
We be the roughest, my team be the buckest, my be the quickest
you say "what the fuck was it? !
Who that be? she at? we besta get her, yo!"
6, gangsta boo, why don't you come & get me ho? !
Bet y'all on the payroll, ready to swat you baby
Slice & dice your ass like some fruit wit a machetti
I hope you ready to see in your fuckin' dreams
believe shit come true, know what I mean nigga?
I'm outta control like a fucked up coaster ride
Let me get high, thought you died (nigga)
I be the mindless, bitches, when I flow
I give a fuck 'cause ya hatin'
What the for?
You do not pay me
Neither do you me
Hypnotize for real
We paper

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(oh no) I'm sick & tired of playin' wit fuckin' hoes
All my I seen friends turned another fuckin' foes
If a nigga out to sea, what the you get back?
A group of niggas sellin' ? dolo?
Talkin' 'bout how you
I make the that ? like...
Don't me? test me jack
*brrap, brrrrap brap*
You better be nimble, you be quick
When this fuckin' click
gonna be cold in your partna's house
Wit in your doors bitch

Ain't a killa, a nigga, by the scrilla
But a hustla, I'm by the
Keepin' the trouble, doors
Guns to
'caine
In the snow, or in the
I'm gon'
In the street, or on the
I'm makin'
Shakin'
The cheese, I
I a bitch
Runnin' combs, on cellular
I'm in your
Put them toes, up in your
So now on

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Ha, I got ? ?
Yes, on the c-b set
Make you deaf, ? ha, if you wanna flex
Catch a neck ?
some missed up out your chest
>from the ?
Many I been sexed
By the lord & ?
a mic up off stage, if it's cordless
Yes, love the gangsta way I
three thousand x
I smoke the dope up in my
Hit the head
Kill 'em all, by the 6 multiplicity, no sympathy
startin' from the c-b-q
Be from infa-mee
I rip it ?
? ya styles & sympathies go mentally?
a believer ? ? , put it on the show, they called it rippley
So the
Sucka who chuckles wit buckles will really the knuckles
'cause hoes will duct you with ? you ain't got the muscle
I leave you stiffened on the curb, ya head like ? ?
You want no posse ? ? ?

don't want it
Fatal put the pump to stomach
Hittin' you up wit
Give you reasons to run
The dumbest, ain't nothin' these get game from
It's the verdict
It's venom, I'm 'em by the hundreds
gas, tryin' to seal you in the rep-tain gap
Hussein
Put it in apple
Shit, you now?
>from to your city
My pretty
Lil' gold sheezy
Put the ? to kitty
Fuck wit & thugs
your brain on drugs
I bring the pain wit
Don't get slain plug
get popped off
Block wit hot shots, and off
I y'all, when I popped mines off
them outlaws in three 6, y'all can't do shit with
That shit, sheisty, nasty, new brick, mix shit
I'm you, you my man, I'm holdin' back from shellin' you
Screw my
And i'mma be out liquor, smokin' an l for you

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