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 Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border he Cassius Clay
I press round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they they knew me
They sayhow can a 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 mama peekin, but speakin
I guess a gang-bang got baby tweakin
Said outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black is cute your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and hop into a six double-o
You know, niggas make the game twice as nice
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 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 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 want getting jackin and fly cars
If it's up to me, get blast when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can spar with my troth
From the flat bush I'll rip y'all and bust your show to
Flowin with Pras and splash down to Jamaica
Meet you at the shock bar, Alas se
your 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 lowdown I'm sunset
Make your move this 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 get up of your
From a hooter,
no tellin where you might get blast yeah, yeah

Would wise in ninety dance hall, bounce to
Hip-hoppers 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 come down hard hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt
Created more than the like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you Mom Dukes
And get a haircutwe put you niggas in a 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 laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
with dirty cash and a Mack 10

We got cash for weed 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 where you might get yeah, yeah

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

Uh, yeah, yeah, party