Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'eh Yeah 'eh

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

We do things and bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar a Refugee All-star
dance round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I press round the hood a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, thought they knew me
They can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and ignite, easy on the treble
Now turn the bass up and my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but speakin
I a gang-bang thug got baby tweakin
Said outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black is with your dreads
Bet you ain't had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and then hop a six double-o
You know, street make the game twice as nice
So add a little and put a thug in your life

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

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

We can showdown and lowdown when I'm
Make move cowboy this ain't Hollywood
You got the business's in the hood,

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

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

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

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, party