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 soft I see hoes in miskina,
like they wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo fans,
do you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Leigt*)

from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn tracks hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
here to California have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off an begals
'em drink 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Legit*)

Well it to me, pass back to you,
hit the green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
need not to do I do,
Yay Deep only 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 nigga 'em rum an zale.
BEEATCH!!!

(chorus x4)

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

I went a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, six-seven left wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the show room V-12,
I'm a ass tycoon from magazines,
I remember when my shit wasn't always
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause there's money in mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.