Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah!

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

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

[Messy
Yeah, nigga I'ma fool
Trees for breakfast, eat brunch by
24 Davins, only the lip
The rest of the women, same color as the
Jump out and crack a nigga shit wide
Jump back in the nickle with the barrel smokin
nigga, yeah bitch break bread
I don't want no pussy, I don't want no
But you can get a of that purple stuff
Some gin and a bag of that Hillary
I'ma pimp, in a gangsta's body
I'm on dope and fuck around and hurt somebody
On tuesday and thursday the pull up
Then everybody runs, they'll you up
I'ma ass nigga, man I ain't gon' lie
I just wanna dope, smoke weed and get high, you BITCH

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

[Andre
You might me for Doug E. Fresh, the way I sport ballies
With my Rick talk and my Slick Rick walk
I wear rings the planet called Saturn
The money's movin' baby then your is the pattern
You I hide out like it's witness protection
Some people start to like a model car collection
You it's like: twenty G's in a Jordan briefcase
My hood came up off the "freebase"
Man the of a grammy runs through my body structure
My bottom ho cries, 'cause I never say I her
It's a word, thats why I p-p-p-party
My lawyer is a sneaky motherfucker, very
With hot lies, I hit for hot fries
A real rap cat, talkin' 'til the sun
your astrology, and your biography
I talk a bit to get you to follow me
I'm like the quality, you the quanity
Fillmore born and ain't no

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