Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go them boys banging in a fo' do'
Top out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I lay low
Five percent or ten, but my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my
I come 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 scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in
It's after dark, and my is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my
But I got surprises, tucked inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's
It's a must I make all haters, eat my
Them boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a
They got my purple people eater once, the day
I bought a Range cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months, I'm taking to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that punch

When I flip in my
I'm fin to beat they off, like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm
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 fifth wheel falling down the block
But if one of these haters, wanna me
gon be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, this season my slab is 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, looking stupid when I burn 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, ain't no me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, you bound to be getting lost

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming 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 they 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'
and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the on grain

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