Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

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

When I flip in my
I'm fin to they 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 waving
Blue over gray, side of my with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They that I'm shining, with the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
But if one of these haters, jack me
gon be flying, out the glock
I for no reason, this season my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for reckless 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, stupid when I burn right past em
Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the
But not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, no stopping me mayn
I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, you bound to be getting lost

Make way for the team, the fo' do' be coming round the corner
These haters are goners, cause I'ma the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better think before reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of that'll punch
I they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping 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 toes, when 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 being friendly, and they that I'm soft
But the is, my best friend is a sawed off
These haters in my mix, got me composure
But if they take one step closer, it gon be kosher naw