Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'eh Yeah 'eh

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

We do things and bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius
While I press round the with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought knew me
They sayhow can a thug from Cali with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make ignite, on the treble
Now the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but speakin
I guess a gang-bang thug got tweakin
Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite Red
And plus your little black is with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that a six-fo
Hit a and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game twice as
So add a little spice and put a thug in your

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
a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

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

Would in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an to this
I hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, up the funds
We down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand amps
Created more than the like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to when I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon you like Mom Dukes
And get a put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, niggas do it like ?Nike Air? slugs
Take a death into the wilderness
We got you feelin this, to the your man wanna kill us
But we ain't laughin, we blackin, rushin,
Loaded with cash and a Mack 10

We got cash for weed 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

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, party