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 blow lye like its "God Buddha"
It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' 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 of a pisces
and Las Vegas talkin' shit is where you might me
Fillmo' down from the to the toes
Get your phone you can picture every pose
Picture all the clothes, picture all the
Picture the perfection when your money grows
You gotta style, I sport gators
They still might bite, so fresh the flavor
Got Khan? number one sign
Steak, potatoes, garlic bread and prawns!

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

Marv]
Yeah, nigga mothafuckin' fool
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 shit wide open
back in the nickle with the barrel still smokin
Fillmore nigga, yeah break bread
I don't no pussy, I don't want no head
But you can get a sack of purple stuff
gin and a bag of that Hillary Duff
I'ma pimp, in a gangsta's body
I'm on dope and gonna around and hurt somebody
On tuesday and the ghost pull up
Then everybody runs, they'll you up
shady ass nigga, man I ain't gon' lie
I just wanna dope, smoke weed and get high, you BITCH

[Chorus: Marv (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, weed in my mouth
niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not dealin with
When you try to kick hop, watch your body down)

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

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