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 right Pras? (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 Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance 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 with a
Cause I write and ignite, easy on the treble
Now turn the bass up and check my Mic
As I get down, let mama peekin, but speakin
I guess a thug got baby tweakin
Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite Red
And plus your little black is cute with your
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a
Hit a switch and then hop into a six
You know, street niggas make the game twice as
So add a little spice and put a thug in 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
From a hooter,
no tellin where you might 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 y'all
Doin interviews with Bazaar, how bizarre
sit back smokin big Cuban cigars
Yo, fly guys want getting and fly cars
If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the pars
Thus far, no one can spar with my little
the flat bush I'll 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 debt
You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my
For talkin out the side of your neck, check

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

We got dirty for weed yeah, yeah
for the streets, for all my thugs 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,

Would wise in dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an to this
I spin hits, swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, give up the
We come down hard hundred-twenty tons
Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the monster like the Loch
All hell's about to when I'm loose
Tacklin, Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircutwe put you niggas in a hug
I dare thugs, tellin do it like ?Nike Air? slugs
Take a death into the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the point your man wanna us
But we laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded dirty cash 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 where you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, party