Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah!

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

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

[Messy
Yeah, nigga I'ma mothafuckin'
Trees for breakfast, eat brunch by
24 Davins, showin the lip
The rest of the women, same as the whip
Jump out and crack a shit wide open
Jump back in the nickle with the still smokin
nigga, yeah bitch 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 Duff
pimp, trapped in a gangsta's body
I'm on dope and gonna fuck around and hurt
On tuesday and the ghost pull up
Then everybody runs, fuck you up
I'ma ass nigga, man I ain't gon' lie
I just wanna dope, smoke weed and get high, you BITCH

[Chorus: Messy (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San baby
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's,
(Yeah is the motto
and run around town its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, good weed in my
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 Doug E. Fresh, the way I ballies
With my Slick Rick talk and my Slick walk
I wear rings like the planet Saturn
The money's movin' then your body is the pattern
You know I hide out like it's protection
people start to stare like a model car collection
You know it's like: twenty G's in a Jordan
My hood up off the word "freebase"
Man the of a grammy runs through my body structure
My bottom ho cries, I never say I love her
It's a cold word, thats why I
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, naughty
With hot lies, I hit for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' the sun rise
What's your astrology, and your
I talk a 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 bring back the 80's,
Wally on my hip, good in my mouth
Gangsta niggas in the whip,