Luyện nghe bài hát Yay Deep

Ha, ha,
south,
west,
riders,
south,
west,
riders.

(*E-40*)

Huh! an rollin, like the car was stolen,
on my way to see my up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a ass, coke white El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see some in miskina,
lookin like wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo fans,
do what you do all I to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
niggaz spoke on me I wasn't nobody,
foolish as a youngsta I eightballs,
broke the ice, an often sold to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad turn regular tracks hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
from here to California have 'em my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off an begals
make 'em drink 'fo a nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

We slide, we slide, from to west we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I a mutha fucka when I bang westside,
see this be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

Well pass it to me, pass to you,
hit the light til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
not to do what I do,
Yay only fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
auction my shit off give 'em rum an zale.
BEEATCH!!!

(chorus x4)

(*B-Legit*)

I'm Yay Deep, an talk sleep, el g, in this old jeep,
out by the oak tree,
you me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm from the land of the dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I from a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, coupe left wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I when my shit wasn't always clean
niggaz, an hustlin that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I morphine fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
bitches one mo chance to suck dick,
who be waivin they hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
niggaz play sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, an Double R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you what we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, R, Double R in the
we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.