Luyện nghe bài hát oh No

[O.G. Ron C -
Uh,

[Chorus -
(So throwed)
I swared we told y'all niggaz before
You must be if you think we ain't gettin' no
With the remote screens fallin' blows
Step up in the club starched but stay flowed
From North to the South Pole
Ron C chop it up, make it

-Check,
The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a girl turn her damn head
Hakim' cause a when I drop my screens
Got green then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
Might spit to a nun just to test myself
Won't up a fo'
I'll throw up the fo'
Fa'sho I'll up to four
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
a night-light man
Ice like the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael Jackson's hand, nigga
ohh! I impress myself
I'm so I need a catchers mit to catch myself
How much you niggaz wanna bet never get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo game of and bet myself
Whoa up Ron C I just done won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe
i'm tellin' ya, ohh I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya dip quick
My lips don' touched mo' female lips then
My car got more butter then a of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get like I was under missle toe on christmas
Wall don' got diamonds embroidered on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum turntables for mix
I walk around with a chain that's bigger slick ricks
Warfare and lick 6 we ride Rav 4
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a ford
Ridin' round with a gat on the dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor