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 your life ain't 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
Well even Mack can do a bar with a All-star
Pras dance the border like he Cassius Clay
I press round the hood with a big AK
Stay fresh and unpredictable, they thought knew me
They say; how can a thug from Cali with a Fugee?
Cause I and make... ignite, easy on the treble
Now the bass up and check my Mic level
As I get down, let peekin, but ain't speakin
I a gang-bang thug... got baby tweakin
Said your outfit is tight, it's my favorite Red
And your little black... is cute with your dreads
Bet you ain't never had a nigga that roll a
Hit a and then hop into a six double-o
You know, street niggas make the game as nice
So add a little and put a thug in your life

(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 where you might get 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 cigars
Yo, fly guys want getting and fly cars
If it's up to me, you'll get blast when the hole
far, no one can spar with my little troth
from the flat bush I'll rip y'all and your show to Crenshaw
Flowin with Pras and some splash down to
Meet you at the bar, Alas se enica
Place your bet yo pay your
You cats with the fake crepes, I'll bust you with my
For talkin out the side of neck, aiyyo check

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 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

(Reptile)
Would in ninety dance hall, bounce to this
with the dress, smoke an ounce to this
I spin hits, swift, speakin of business
Reptile, know, Jersey delinquent
Nasty son of a gun, up the funds
We come down hard hundred-twenty tons
Refugee Camp, pumpin out the watt amps
Created more than the monster like the Loch
All hell's about to break when I'm
Tacklin, Gorilla Monsoon naggin you like Mom Dukes
And get a haircut; we put you niggas in a hug
I dare thugs, tellin 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 ain't laughin, we blackin, rushin,
Loaded with dirty and a Mack 10 (*echoes*)

(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 where you might get blast yeah, yeah

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

(Pras)
Uh, yeah, yeah, party