Luyện nghe bài hát Yay Deep

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

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn regular hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
from here to have 'em holdin 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 side be the 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,
need not to do I do,
Yay Deep fuck wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my shit off nigga '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 know me the wit the big O dub's,
an everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.