Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

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

[Paul
I'm from the of opportunity, in God we trust
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and
I'm out my side mirrors, when my car's 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 seventeen surprises, inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's
It's a I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking slick
But a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple eater 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
low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm bout to 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 fifth wheel 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 they
And I be known for getting in Texas, gripping on grain
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 stupid I burn right 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 stopping me
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is to get tossed
And if you to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost

Make way for the team, the fo' do' be coming round the corner
These are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better before they reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of that'll punch
I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm
I pop the and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud 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 other on

Wall]
Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the is true
You stay up on your toes, when you ride 22's
I'm strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
Cause on my block, them jackers give 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
These haters in my mix, got me composure
But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be naw