Luyện nghe bài hát Yankin

[Verse 1:
Uh!
Let me go and knock my verse down and beat track back
This one of em party starters mane make the crack
I'm in the vocal vuze right now with my cup filled to the rim
Bout to head out to the and try to knock some new tramp
What'chu mean new Some twenty-one of that bitch see
I don't know what they be in the water nowadays but white girls got big booties
Ain't no color line I'm color let me stop lying mister
We all created equal but I prefer a
Like baby girl right there she big ole cha-donka-donk
She probably workout three times a week and eat the fuck she want
You got your thumper on you my nig just in case we get into some
Naw remember they tided me down I put it back in the
I got mine on me homie, and if I have to I'll shoot
Well I don't think I'm a sucka they not hip, bip or boot
Fuck all of the VIP order some drinks and sit at the bar
I'm a reckless street nigga wanna be a superstar
E-40]
Pushin' up, it down
Side to side, and round
I'm off the ground
I'm try'na take her to the telly and
thang yankin'
Yankin' yankin' yankin'

Yankin' yankin' yankin'
thang yankin'
[Verse 2:
full of jewelry tell a playa haters hello
Pull up in that Porsche painted yellow
(Yellow?) Yeah pimp
Fuck what the kids she can lose that fellow
Pocket full of money and I'm a it all
I ain't make ya shit tell ya bitch to get a job
The boy with the X is not goin have it with the
I'm fly like I run for Jet Blue
Yeah I step in the place the pumper on my waist
The jack boys coming but my on the case
Let the V.I.P. in the middle of the party
Neck of chains got me looking like the Marty Grove
I'm in it with the street niggas with the hustlers
Got from the hood so you bet not touch us
The dudes that I'm witting, they the truce
They don't raps troops I just bring em out to shoot
E-40]
[Verse 3: T.H.H.]
This thang
First, gas through a HD board
Instantly transpire the bitches so
I doin a fif fast to show up in long
cable that caught in the groupie here
Got yank, the ain't notice splice
Married to the game you should throw a rice
Thick and thin, thin and
The direction should the torment how life detorse (it's fully yours)
T H...
She releventing real I'm the one that'cha see
Got us mango lick, too exotic
They know my game (what'chu do) in bomb it
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