Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, on 84's
Think of taking my slab, baby I think so
My under my seat, and I don't love 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 boppers be on my dick
Everytime I come round the

Wall]
I'm the land of opportunity, in God we trust
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my car's in
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to sharks
thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, inside of my coat
See me through the parking lot, on 22's plus
a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to me slipping
I ain't tripping, ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with tow trucks, thinking they slick
But a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my people eater once, the next day
I bought a Range cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to
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, gangstafied till I'm
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 falling flying the block
But if one of these haters, 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 reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 all through the South
boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, stupid when I burn right past em
Cause some of these be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, cause Trae gon be on top of his game
We I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get
And if you trying to be competition, 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 jackers, better think before they reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs that'll
I know they wanted to get me, but they don't 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 on my heat in my seat, and the other on grain

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