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 runnin' with a known 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 the eyes of a pisces
and Las Vegas talkin' shit is where you might me
Fillmo' down from the nose to the
Get your cell phone you can every pose
Picture all the clothes, all the hoes
Picture the perfection when your money grows
You gotta crocodile style, I sport
still might bite, so fresh 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 town like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, weed in my mouth
Gangsta in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not with clowns
you try to kick hop, watch your body shut down)

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

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

[Andre
You might mistake me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I ballies
my Slick 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 know I hide out like witness protection
Some people start to like a model car collection
You know it's twenty G's in a Jordan briefcase
My hood up off the word "freebase"
Man the soul of a runs through my body structure
My bottom ho cries, 'cause I never say I her
a cold word, thats why I p-p-p-party
My lawyer is a motherfucker, very naughty
hot lies, I hit Popeye's for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' 'til the sun
What's your astrology, and your
I talk a little bit to get you to me
I'm like the quality, you the quanity
Fillmore born and ain't no

Marv]
San baby
Fillmo' niggas bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
Wally on my hip, weed in my mouth
niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH