Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on
of taking my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I don't you hoes
Living it a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon
These haters be in my mix, and these be on my dick
Everytime I 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 car's in
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh 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 through the lot, on 22's plus
It's a must I all haters, eat my dust
Them boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
I tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a
got my purple people eater once, the next day
I bought a Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
Paul and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch

When I in my slab
I'm fin to beat they back off, I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied I'm finished
I'm bout to these haters, when my trunk start waving
Blue over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm
They hate that I'm shining, the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
But if one of haters, wanna jack 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 reckless in Texas, gripping on
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all the South
Grilling 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 Trae gon be on top of his game
We guerillas I'm with, ain't 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 lost

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be round the corner
These haters are goners, I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know jackers, better think before they 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 swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And
Trae and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it
With my hand on my in my seat, and the other on grain

[Paul
Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the legend is
You better stay up on toes, when you ride 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