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 don't so
My heat under my seat, and I love you hoes
Living it like a G, but I gotta lay low
percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and these be on my dick
I come round the corner

[Paul
I'm from the of opportunity, in God we trust
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and
I'm scoping out my mirrors, when my car's in park
It's dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my
See me strut the parking lot, on 22's plus
It's a must I make all haters, eat my
Them boys, waiting trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing I'm gripping
Boys with these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple people eater once, the 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 flip in my
I'm fin to beat back off, like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, till I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk waving
Blue over gray, side of my 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 is staining they brain
And I be known for reckless in Texas, gripping on grain
be pimping, 84 tipping all through the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint, diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right em
Cause some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the
But not today, cause Trae gon be on top of his game
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no me mayn
I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is bound to get tossed
And if you to be competition, then you bound to be getting lost

Make way for the team, when the fo' do' be coming the corner
These haters are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I
I know these jackers, better think before reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs punch
I they wanted to get me, but they don't know what 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 in my seat, and the other on grain

[Paul
Mo' money mo' mayn, the legend is true
You better stay up on your toes, when you 22's
I'm rolling strapped, 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 best friend is a off
These in my mix, got me losing composure
But if take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw