Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah!

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

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

Marv]
Yeah, I'ma mothafuckin' fool
for breakfast, eat brunch by noon
24 Davins, showin the lip
The rest of the women, same color as the
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 stuff
Some gin and a bag of Hillary Duff
I'ma pimp, in a gangsta's body
I'm on dope and gonna fuck around and hurt
On tuesday and thursday the pull up
Then runs, they'll fuck you up
I'ma shady ass nigga, man I gon' lie
I just sell dope, smoke weed and get high, you BITCH

[Chorus: Messy (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San Francisco
Fillmo' try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah is the motto
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 with
When you try to kick hop, watch body shut down)

Nickatina]
You might me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
With my Slick Rick talk and my Rick walk
I wear rings the planet called Saturn
The money's movin' baby then your body is the
You know I hide out like it's witness
Some people start to stare a model car collection
You know it's like: G's in a Jordan briefcase
My hood up off the word "freebase"
Man the soul of a grammy runs 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, very
With hot lies, I hit for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' 'til the sun
What's your astrology, and biography
I a little bit to get you to follow me
I'm the quality, you like the quanity
Fillmore and ain't no apology

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