Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

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

When I flip in my
I'm fin to beat they back off, I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm
I'm bout to diminish these haters, my trunk start waving
Blue over gray, side of my with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying the block
But if one of these haters, wanna me
gon be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, season my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 all through the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint, diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right em
Cause some of broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, Trae gon be flipping on top of his game
We guerillas I'm with, ain't 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, the fo' do' be coming round the corner
These haters are goners, cause drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better think before they reach out and
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll
I know wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and swing the block, jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my in my seat, and the other on grain

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