Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go them Texas 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 love 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 these boppers be on my
I come round the corner

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

When I flip in my
I'm fin to beat they off, like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start
Blue over gray, of my drop 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 click for no reason, this season my slab is staining brain
And I be for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South
Grilling boppers all my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I 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 slab is 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 round the
These are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better think before they out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs 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 And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it
my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain

[Paul
Mo' money mo' mayn, the legend is true
You better stay up on your toes, when you 22's
I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm my back
Cause on my block, them jackers give a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly, and they that I'm soft
But the truth is, my best is a sawed off
These haters in my mix, got me composure
But if they one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw