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 up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a clean ass, coke 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 'fo I tell one of yo biggest fans,
do what you do all I to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
niggaz on me like 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 know tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta fuck buisness,
it ain't no swishers, zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from here to have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a team, off heen an begals
make 'em 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Legit*)

Well pass it to me, back to you,
hit the green 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 bottom an everythang,
I come back up, pimp, my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
my shit off nigga 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 the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch nigga that,
back an make you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

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

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, 'cause I mo fiends,
fuck wit 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 they hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough play sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.