Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'eh Yeah 'eh

Yo, 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
always good to have a little change
In your life that right Pras? (That's right 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 a Refugee All-star
Pras round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I round the hood with a big AK
Stay and unpredictable, they thought they knew me
They sayhow can a thug from Cali bust a Fugee?
Cause I write and make ignite, on the treble
Now turn the bass up and my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't
I guess a gang-bang thug got baby
Said your outfit is tight, my favorite color Red
And plus little black is cute with your dreads
Bet you never had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the twice as nice
So add a spice and put a thug in your life

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

Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty y'all (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 and fly cars
If it's up to me, you'll get when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can with my little troth
From the flat bush I'll rip y'all and your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some splash to Jamaica
Meet you at the bar, Alas se enica
Place bet yo pay your debt
You cats with the fake crepes, bust you with my Twin-Tack
For out the side of your neck, aiyyo check

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

We got cash 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 yeah, yeah

Would wise in ninety dance hall, to this
Hip-hoppers the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business
Reptile, know, Jersey delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, give up the
We down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand amps
Created more than the monster like the Loch
All hell's about to break when I'm
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you Mom Dukes
And get a put you niggas in a bear hug
I thugs, tellin niggas do it like ?Nike Air? slugs
Take a death into the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the point 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 and freaks yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You better get up of
a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, party