Luyện nghe bài hát Purp And Yellow

[Snoop
L.A. (GEEEEE, MIX!!!)

Yeah uh-huh, you what it is
and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
Yeah uh-huh, you know it is
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and

Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah uh-huh, you what it is
I do, I do it big
Yeah uh-huh, screamin that's
When I pulled off the lot, stuntin
Get rep in my town, when you see me me you e'rything
and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow
I put it down my whip to my diamonds, I'm in
Purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and yellow, purp and

[Snoop
Swish! Twenty-fo', Black Mamba
Snoop Dogg, he's a dope
Collaborate, with the Golden
In a six-deuce with the purple plates
I dip and dodge, I hit and roll
Fish and chips, pass down to Pau Gasol
We don't give a damn, about the big
L.A. Lake' sho' we 'bout to
aAd you can bet, on the set
Ron about to get wet
I'm on the flo', and a fact
Sittin next to Uncle Jack, blazin up the purple

Yeah... Louis don, uhh
Purple yellow Lambo' I'm ridin
Top blew the guts, doors goin
Stuff in the wood nigga know we gon' that
Blow it in the air boy bet he gon' feel
and yellow, purp and yellow
Watch me like you sittin with Phil at
ten car caravan, Martins and all them hood whips
Them Cutlasses, them
That leather be grippin them wood
I was born up in the wood, claim Compton, bet you know that
Pops taught me how to get low the flow clap
Went a boy to a king, any block I five-five-fo' that
Nigga better know that, boy ain't playin
off shotty - what they sayin?
Nothin to a boss, I put two hoes in that
I come through fuckin niggaz off, hop in that truck and get lost
Boy you playin a King, not Gretzky, hit it if you let me
Keep yo' girl than Game on a jet-ski
Ooh cool cool - say he than a baby's ass
Pops was a dope boy we still eighties cash
on that Mercedes dash, boy you know what it is
on a scarecrow, on my way to see the Wiz!

Ridin down Rosecrans, Compton,
Turn on the street they might bang on ya
Home of the Lakers baby, yea you it's purp and yellow
a hit of what I got, I bet it have you seein doubles
But I'm an angel and yo' girl's a pigeon
Its money over e'rything, girl you the vision
Never been a mark, if ya with it we can a fade
out 50 blew up the city, young Saddam Hussein
Pusha Ink the label baby, everything else borin
I'm at Roscoe's, with some chicks who foreign
I took your girlfriend you boy, youse a mark
My white Beamer do the Wiz Khalifa, push to

Hahahahaha, the L.A. Leakers, believe
Y'all know what it is man
If you don't you by now