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 right (That's right baby)
Yo, that's right 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 round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they they knew me
They can a thug from Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make ignite, easy on the
Now the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let peekin, but ain't speakin
I guess a gang-bang thug got tweakin
your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black is with your dreads
Bet you never 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 spice and put a thug in your

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 tellin where you get blast yeah, yeah

Yes, yes y'all (yes y'all) it's dirty y'all (cash y'all)
From the East to the West I manifest
Doin interviews with Bazaar, how bizarre
You're sit back smokin big cigars
Yo, fly want getting jackin and fly cars
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 y'all and bust show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some down to Jamaica
Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se
Place bet yo pay your debt
You cats with the crepes, I'll bust you with my Twin-Tack
For out the side of your neck, aiyyo check

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

We got dirty cash for 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 tellin where you get blast yeah, yeah

wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I spin hits, lyrically swift, of business
Reptile, know, Jersey delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, up the funds
We come down like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the watt amps
Created than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break when I'm
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you Mom Dukes
And get a haircutwe put you 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 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

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, people