Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, go them Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, I don't think 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
haters be in my mix, and these boppers 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 and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, my car's in park
after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my
See me strut through the parking lot, on plus
It's a must I all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only that I'm gripping
Boys jacking these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a
They got my purple people once, the next day
I bought a Range cash, and a new set of fronts
been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to lunch
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 I'm finished
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my start waving
over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, the fifth 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 known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all the South
Grilling boppers all through my tint, with diamonds all in my
They all in my mouth, looking when I burn right past em
Cause some of these broads be living shife, and up for the jacking
But not today, cause gon be flipping on top of his game
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, when the fo' do' be round the corner
These haters are goners, cause I'ma the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, better before they reach out and touch
Cause in of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs 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 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' problems mayn, the 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 don't give a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly, and they think that I'm
But the truth is, my best friend is a off
These haters in my mix, got me losing
But if take one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw