Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go them Texas 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 my seat, and I don't love you hoes
it like 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 boppers be on my
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, my car's in park
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to 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 plus
a must I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to catch me
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing I'm gripping
jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But a trip to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple eater once, the next day
I a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months, I'm haters to lunch
Paul and Trae, hit em with that one-two punch

When I in my slab
I'm fin to they back off, like I was legs
Sitting low and on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start
Blue over gray, 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 haters, wanna jack me
gon be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, this season my slab is staining they
And I be for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the
Grilling boppers all through my tint, with all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, stupid 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 flipping on top of his
We guerillas I'm 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, then you to be getting lost

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming round the
These are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I these 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 know what I'm bringing
I pop the and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And Bangin'
and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the on grain

Wall]
Mo' money mo' mayn, the legend is true
You stay up on your toes, when you ride 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 friendly, and they think that I'm soft
But the truth is, my best friend is a off
haters in my mix, got me losing composure
But if they take one step closer, it ain't gon be naw