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 ain't that right Pras? (That's baby)
Yo, hahaha that's right let me run it, check it

(Mack 10)
We do and hood bangers, g's as we are
even Mack can do a bar with a Refugee All-star
Pras dance round the border like he Cassius
While I press round the hood a big AK
Stay and unpredictable, they thought they knew me
They say; how can a from Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make... ignite, easy on the
Now turn the bass up and my Mic level
As I get down, let mama peekin, but ain't
I guess a thug... got baby tweakin
your outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your black... is cute with your dreads
Bet you ain't had a nigga that roll a six-fo
Hit a switch and hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game as nice
So add a little spice and put a in your life

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
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 blast yeah,

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

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

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

(Reptile)
Would wise in dance hall, bounce to this
with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I spin hits, lyrically swift, of business
Reptile, formerly know, Jersey
son of a gun, give up the funds
We come down hard hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the thousand watt
Created more than the monster the Loch Ness
All hell's about to when I'm loose
Tacklin, Gorilla Monsoon naggin 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 your man wanna kill us
But we laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded dirty cash and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
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

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

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, people