Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'eh Yeah 'eh

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

We do and hood bangers, g's as we are
Well even can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius
I press round the hood with a big AK
Stay and unpredictable, they thought they knew me
They can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
I write and make ignite, easy on the treble
Now turn the up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't
I guess a gang-bang thug got baby
Said outfit 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 a six-fo
Hit a switch and then hop into a six
You know, street niggas make the twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a in your life

We got cash 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 might get yeah, yeah

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

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

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 tellin you might get blast yeah, yeah

Would wise in ninety hall, bounce to this
with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I spin hits, swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, Jersey
Nasty son of a gun, up the funds
We down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break I'm loose
Tacklin, Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, niggas do it like ?Nike Air? slugs
a death dive into the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the point your man 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 and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You get up of your
From a hooter,
no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, people