Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'eh Yeah 'eh

Yo, 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
It's always to have a little change
In your life ain't right Pras? (That's right baby)
Yo, hahaha that's 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 Refugee
Pras dance round the like he Cassius Clay
While I round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought they me
They sayhow can a thug from Cali bust with a
Cause I write and make ignite, on the treble
Now turn the bass up and check my Mic
As I get down, let peekin, but ain't speakin
I a gang-bang thug got baby tweakin
Said your outfit is tight, my favorite color Red
And plus your little black is cute with dreads
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 twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a in your life

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

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

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

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
From a hooter,
Ain't no tellin where you might get yeah, yeah

Would wise in ninety dance hall, to this
with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, Jersey
Nasty son of a gun, up the funds
We down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt amps
Created more than the monster the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break I'm loose
Tacklin, like 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 dive into the
We got you feelin this, to the point your man kill us
But we laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded dirty 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 better get up of
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
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, like you just don't care
I said blow the (blow the smoke)
Blow the smoke and puff, puff you just don't care

Uh, yeah, yeah, people