Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't you hoes
it like a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and boppers be on my dick
Everytime I come round the

[Paul
I'm the land of opportunity, in God we trust
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, my car's in park
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these
thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's
It's a 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 these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
got my purple people eater once, the next day
I bought a Range cash, and a new set of fronts
I've on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with one-two punch

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

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

[Paul
Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the is true
You better stay up on your toes, you ride 22's
I'm strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
Cause on my block, them jackers don't a damn if I rap
People see me friendly, and they 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 they take one step closer, it ain't gon be naw