Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go them Texas boys in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on
of taking 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
percent or ten, but still my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and boppers be on my dick
Everytime I round the corner

Wall]
I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we
But haters in my mix, got me and disgust
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my in park
after dark, and my slab is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's
It's a must I all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, trying to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm
Boys jacking these tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a to South Lee, and end up in a ditch
They got my purple people once, the next day
I bought a Range cash, and a new set of fronts
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 they back off, like I was
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm
I'm to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
Blue over gray, side of my drop 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
Slugs gon be flying, out the
I click for no reason, this my slab is staining they brain
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
some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, cause gon be flipping 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 trying to be competition, then you bound to be getting

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 these jackers, better think 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 I'm bringing
I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Loud And Bangin'
Trae and Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my heat in my seat, and the on grain

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