Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah!

[Andre
Man, run my mouth and get your corporate account
my benz out in the middle of a drought
I lye like its "God Bless Buddha"
It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' a known shooter
I'ma spit it to the limit, run into the abyss
You its god number 7 on your top ten list
Its kamikaze, look the eyes of a pisces
and Las Vegas talkin' shit is you might find me
Fillmo' down from the to the toes
Get your cell phone you can picture every
Picture all the clothes, all the hoes
the perfection when your money pile grows
You crocodile style, I sport gators
They still bite, so fresh with the flavor
Got Khan? Fillmore's number one
Steak, potatoes, garlic bread and prawns!

Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San Francisco
Fillmo' niggas try'na back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah is the motto
and run around town its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
on my hip, good weed in my mouth
Gangsta in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not dealin clowns
When you try to kick hop, watch body shut down)

Marv]
Yeah, nigga I'ma fool
for breakfast, eat brunch by noon
24 Davins, showin the lip
The rest of the women, same color as the
Jump out and crack a shit wide open
Jump back in the nickle the barrel still smokin
Fillmore nigga, yeah break bread
I don't want no pussy, I don't no head
But you can get a sack of that purple
Some gin and a bag of that Hillary
I'ma pimp, trapped in a body
I'm on dope and gonna fuck around and somebody
On and thursday the ghost pull up
everybody runs, they'll fuck you up
I'ma ass nigga, man I ain't gon' lie
I just wanna sell dope, smoke and get high, you BITCH

[Chorus: Messy (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San baby
niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah is the motto
and run around town like its Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
on my hip, good weed in my mouth
Gangsta niggas in the whip,
(Your not with clowns
When you try to kick hop, watch your shut down)

[Andre
You might mistake me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I ballies
With my Slick Rick talk and my Slick walk
I rings like the planet called Saturn
The money's movin' then your body is the pattern
You know I hide out like witness protection
Some people start to stare like a car collection
You know it's like: twenty G's in a Jordan
My hood came up off the "freebase"
Man the soul of a grammy runs my body structure
My ho cries, 'cause I never say I love her
a cold word, thats why I p-p-p-party
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, very
With hot lies, I hit for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' the sun rise
What's astrology, and your biography
I talk a little bit to get you to me
I'm like the quality, you the quanity
Fillmore born and ain't no

[Messy
San baby
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring the 80's, YEEEAAH
Wally on my hip, good weed in my
Gangsta in the whip, YEEEAAH