Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'eh Yeah 'eh

Yo, 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
always good to have a little change
In your life ain't that right Pras? (That's baby)
Yo, hahaha that's right well let me run it, it

We do and hood bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee
Pras dance the border like he Cassius Clay
While I press round the hood a big AK
Stay and unpredictable, they thought they knew me
They sayhow can a thug Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make ignite, on the treble
Now the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let peekin, but ain't speakin
I a gang-bang thug got baby tweakin
Said your is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus little black is cute with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga roll a six-fo
Hit a and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game twice as
So add a little spice and put a thug in life

We got dirty for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah,
You, oooo, you
You better get up of
a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin where you get blast yeah, yeah

Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) dirty cash y'all (cash y'all)
From the East to the West I manifest
Doin interviews Harper Bazaar, how bizarre
You're sit back smokin big Cuban
Yo, fly guys want getting jackin and fly
If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole
Thus far, no one can spar with my troth
From the flat bush I'll rip and bust your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with and some splash down to Jamaica
Meet you at the bar, Alas se enica
Place your bet yo pay debt
You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my
For talkin out the of your neck, aiyyo check

We can showdown and when I'm sunset
Make your move cowboy this Hollywood
You got the in the hood, INGLEWOOD

We got cash for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah,
You, oooo, you
You better get up of
From a hooter,
no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah

Would wise in ninety hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, an ounce to this
I hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, give up the
We come down hard hundred-twenty tons
Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the monster like the Loch
All hell's about to break I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircutwe put you in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like ?Nike slugs
Take a dive into the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the your man wanna kill us
But we laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
with dirty cash and a Mack 10

We got dirty for weed yeah, yeah
for the streets, for all my thugs and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of
From a hooter,
Ain't no tellin where you get blast yeah, yeah

Come on, come on, the smoke in the air
And puff, like you just don't care
Come on, on, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff you just don't care
what, what, blow the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just don't
I blow the smoke (blow the smoke)
Blow the smoke and puff, puff you just don't care

Uh, yeah, yeah, people