Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on
of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat my seat, and I don't love you hoes
Living it like a G, but I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my
Everytime I come round the

[Paul
I'm the land of opportunity, in God we trust
But haters in my mix, got me and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in
It's dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my
See me strut the parking lot, on 22's plus
a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking slick
But a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple eater once, the next day
I a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months, I'm taking to lunch
Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch

When I flip in my
I'm fin to they back off, like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my start waving
Blue over gray, side of my drop six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
But if one of these haters, wanna me
Slugs gon be flying, out the
I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they
And I be known for getting in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the
Grilling boppers all through my tint, with all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid I burn right past em
Cause some of these broads be living shife, and up for the jacking
But not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, no stopping me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming the corner
These haters are goners, I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and
Cause in of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch
I know wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and swing the block, while Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no it mayn
With my on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain

Wall]
Mo' mo' problems mayn, the legend is true
You better stay up on your toes, when you 22's
I'm rolling strapped, I go I'm watching my back
Cause on my block, them jackers don't a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly, and think that I'm soft
But the truth is, my best friend is a off
These in my mix, got me losing composure
But if take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw