Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah 'Eh Yeah 'Eh - Mack 10

(Intro: 10)
Yo, 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
It's good to have a little change
in your life that right Pras? (That's right baby)
Yo, that's right well let me run it, check it

(Mack 10)
We do and hood bangers, g's as we are
Well even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee
Pras round the border like he Cassius Clay
While I press the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they they knew me
They say; how can a thug from Cali bust a Fugee?
Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the
Now turn the bass up and check my Mic
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't
I guess a gang-bang thug... got tweakin
Said outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black... is with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and then hop a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the twice as nice
So add a little spice and put a thug in your

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got cash 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 you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

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

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty for weed yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my thugs and yeah, yeah
You, oooo, you
You get up of your...
From a hooter,
Ain't no tellin where you might get blast yeah,

(Reptile)
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, up the funds
We down hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt
Created more the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to break I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon you like Mom Dukes
And get a we put you niggas in a bear hug
I thugs, tellin niggas 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 ain't laughin, we blackin, rushin,
Loaded with dirty and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
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...
a hooter, Alcatraz
Ain't no tellin where you get blast yeah, yeah

(Outro: Reptile)
Come on, on, blow the smoke 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, the smoke in the air
And puff, puff like you just care
I blow the smoke (blow the smoke)
Blow the smoke and puff, puff you just don't care

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, people