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 that's well let me run it, check it

We do and hood bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar with a All-star
Pras dance the border like he Cassius Clay
While I round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they me
They sayhow can a thug from bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make ignite, easy on the
Now turn the 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 your black is cute with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a
Hit a switch and then hop a six double-o
You know, street niggas the game twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a in your life

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

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

We can showdown and when I'm sunset
Make your move cowboy ain't Hollywood
You got the in the hood, INGLEWOOD

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

wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, an ounce to this
I spin hits, lyrically swift, speakin of
Reptile, formerly know, delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, up the funds
We come down like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the watt amps
more than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to when I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom
And get a put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it like ?Nike Air?
Take a death dive the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the point your man 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 get up of your
From a hooter,
Ain't no where you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, people