Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go them boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, on 84's
of taking 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 I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and these be on my dick
Everytime I come round the

[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 mirrors, when my car's in park
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh to these sharks
Boys I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on plus
It's a must I all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, 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 and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch

When I in my slab
I'm fin to beat they off, like I was legs
low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my start waving
over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, the fifth wheel falling flying down the block
But if one of these haters, jack me
Slugs gon be flying, out the
I click for no reason, season my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint, diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid I burn right past em
Cause some of these broads be 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
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 coming the corner
These haters are goners, cause 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 don't know 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 it mayn
With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the on grain

[Paul
Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the legend is
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 don't give a if I rap
People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm
But the truth is, my best friend is a off
These haters in my mix, got me losing
But if take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw