Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go them Texas boys in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, on 84's
Think of my slab, baby I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I love you hoes
Living it like a G, but I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and boppers be on my dick
I come round the corner

[Paul
I'm from the of opportunity, in God we trust
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 meat to sharks
thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, inside of my coat
See me strut the parking lot, on 22's plus
It's a 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
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they
But take a to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my people 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 one-two punch

When I flip in my
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 diminish these haters, when my trunk waving
Blue 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, wanna me
gon be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, this season my slab is 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, with all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn past em
Cause some of these broads be shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, cause Trae gon be flipping on top of his
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, no stopping me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the is bound to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, then you to be getting lost

Make way for the team, the fo' do' be coming round the corner
haters 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, of thugs that'll punch
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 Loud And Bangin'
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' money mo' mayn, the legend is true
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 don't give a if I rap
People see me being friendly, and think that I'm soft
But the truth is, my best is a sawed off
These haters in my mix, got me losing
But if take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw