Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah!

[Andre
Man, I'ma run my mouth and get your account
my benz out in the middle of a drought
I blow lye its "God Bless Buddha"
sort of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter
Baby spit it to the limit, run into the abyss
You know its god 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' from the nose to the toes
Get your cell phone you can every pose
Picture all the clothes, all the hoes
Picture the perfection your money pile grows
You gotta crocodile style, I sport
They still might bite, so with the flavor
Got Khan? number one sign
Steak, potatoes, bread and some prawns!

[Chorus: Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San baby
Fillmo' 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 in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not dealin clowns
When you try to kick hop, watch your shut down)

[Messy
Yeah, nigga I'ma fool
Trees for breakfast, eat brunch by
24 Davins, showin the lip
The rest of the women, same color as the
Jump out and a nigga shit wide open
Jump in the nickle with the barrel still smokin
Fillmore nigga, yeah bitch break
I want no pussy, I don't want no head
But you can get a sack of purple stuff
Some gin and a bag of that Hillary
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 runs, they'll fuck you up
shady ass nigga, man I ain't gon' lie
I just wanna sell dope, weed and get high, you BITCH

Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San baby
niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah money is the
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 dealin 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 Rick talk and my Slick Rick walk
I rings like the planet called Saturn
The money's movin' baby then body is the pattern
You know I hide out like it's protection
Some start to stare like a model car collection
You know it's twenty G's in a Jordan briefcase
My hood came up off the "freebase"
Man the soul of a grammy runs through my body
My bottom ho cries, I never say I love her
It's a cold word, thats why I
My is a sneaky motherfucker, very naughty
hot lies, I hit Popeye's for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' the sun rise
your 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 no apology

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