Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah!

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

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

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

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

Nickatina]
You might mistake me for E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
With my Rick talk and my Slick Rick walk
I wear rings like the planet called
The money's movin' baby then your body is the
You I hide out like it's witness protection
Some people start to like a model car collection
You know it's like: twenty G's in a briefcase
My hood up off the word "freebase"
Man the soul of a grammy runs through my structure
My bottom ho cries, 'cause I say I love her
It's a cold word, why I p-p-p-party
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, very
hot lies, I hit Popeye's for hot fries
A real rap cat, 'til the sun rise
What's your astrology, and biography
I a little bit to get you to follow me
I'm the quality, you like the quanity
born and ain't no apology

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