Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

Wall]
I'm from the of opportunity, in God we trust
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 fresh meat to these
thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked of my coat
See me strut through the lot, on 22's plus
It's a must I all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing I'm gripping
Boys jacking these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple people once, the next day
I bought a Rover 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 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 to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
over gray, side of my drop 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 these haters, wanna me
gon be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, this my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for getting in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the
boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking when I burn right past em
Cause some of broads 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 me mayn
I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound 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 round the corner
haters are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better think before they out and touch
in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll punch
I they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm bringing
I pop the and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and no stopping it mayn
my hand on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain

[Paul
Mo' mo' problems mayn, the legend is true
You better stay up on toes, when you ride 22's
I'm rolling strapped, 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 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 closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw