Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah!

[Andre
Man, I'ma run my and get your corporate account
Bring my benz out in the middle of a
I blow lye like its "God Buddha"
It's of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter
Baby I'ma it to the limit, run into the abyss
You know its god number 7 on top ten list
Its kamikaze, look into the eyes of a
and Las Vegas talkin' shit is you might find me
Fillmo' down from the nose to the
Get your cell phone you can picture every
Picture all the clothes, picture all the
Picture the perfection your money pile grows
You gotta style, I sport gators
still might bite, so fresh with the flavor
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 town like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, weed in my mouth
Gangsta niggas in the whip,
(Your not dealin with
When you try to kick hop, watch your body down)

[Messy
Yeah, nigga I'ma mothafuckin'
for breakfast, eat brunch by noon
24 Davins, showin the lip
The rest of the women, color as the whip
Jump out and crack a nigga shit wide
Jump in the nickle with the barrel still smokin
nigga, yeah bitch break bread
I don't want no pussy, I don't want no
But you can get a sack of that purple
Some gin and a bag of Hillary Duff
I'ma pimp, trapped in a gangsta's
I'm on dope and gonna fuck 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, weed and get high, you BITCH

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

Nickatina]
You might mistake me for E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
With my Slick Rick talk and my Slick walk
I wear rings the planet called Saturn
The money's movin' then your body is the pattern
You know I hide out like it's witness
Some people start to stare like a car collection
You know it's like: twenty G's in a briefcase
My came up off the word "freebase"
Man the soul of a grammy runs through my body
My bottom ho cries, 'cause I say I love her
a cold word, thats why I p-p-p-party
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, naughty
With hot lies, I hit for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' the sun rise
your astrology, and your biography
I a little bit to get you to follow me
I'm like the quality, you the quanity
Fillmore born and no apology

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