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

(Intro: 10)
Yo, 10 (dirty cash, Reptile)
It's always good to have a little
in life ain't that right Pras? (That's right baby)
Yo, hahaha that's well 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 like he Cassius Clay
While I press round the hood a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they they knew me
They say; how can a from Cali bust with a Fugee?
Cause I write and make... ignite, on the treble
Now turn the bass up and my Mic level
As I get down, let peekin, but ain't speakin
I guess a gang-bang thug... got baby
Said outfit is tight, it's my favorite color Red
And plus your little black... is cute with your
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 game twice as
So add a little spice and put a thug in your

(Chorus w/variations)
Weeeeeee...
We got dirty cash for yeah, yeah
Something for the streets, for all my 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) dirty cash y'all (cash y'all)
From the to the West I manifest y'all
Doin interviews with Bazaar, how bizarre
You're sit back big Cuban cigars
Yo, fly want getting jackin and fly cars
If it's up to me, you'll get when the hole pars
Thus far, no one can with my little troth
from the flat bush I'll rip and bust your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and splash down to Jamaica
Meet you at the bar, Alas se enica
your bet yo pay your debt
You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you my Twin-Tack
For talkin out the side of your neck, check

We can showdown and lowdown when I'm
Make your move cowboy this Hollywood
You got the in the hood, INGLEWOOD!

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

(Reptile)
Would in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
Hip-hoppers with the dress, smoke an ounce to
I hits, lyrically swift, speakin of business
Reptile, formerly know, delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, up the funds
We come hard like hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, out the thousand watt amps
Created than the monster like the Loch Ness
All hell's about to when I'm loose
Tacklin, like Gorilla Monsoon naggin you Mom Dukes
And get a we put you niggas in a bear hug
I dare thugs, tellin niggas do it Nike Air slugs
Take a death dive into the
We got you this, to the point your man wanna kill us
But we laughin, we blackin, rushin, attackin
Loaded with dirty and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)

(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 where you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, people