Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah You Right

(Intro)
Ain't a nigga me trippin
nigga on that liquor

(Hook)
say Chuck! (Whas happening?)
You (Know what?)
You cold, boy you cold
And I say "yeah, you right" x4

you lil' diss, wacha wanna do?
I got this up on my hip
No safety on the set, ain't got no child on this bitch
We can go fo' it if you
(Go go go go) My yung niggas, they and crazy

(Verse)
Whacha wanna do-do, fuck up a hairdo
My goonies fresh, no
Ain't eatin' no food, and I call her lips vacuum
New money me act rude
bullshit, man! I got the piss
Them ova there, I pack the dick
Shake a nigga hand, nah-ah, don't want the
You real or you fake, give a what's on yo wrist
rollin', pattin' my moves
It's potent, and passed to you (smoke that!)
Still say it but they hatin' on the
on then you find out Chuck's that dude
Pig taxin', pokin', pokin', big dogs, chokin',
I'm runnin' the game, I'm it brain
Gettin' the hang, the boy, full of that pain
And say

(Hook)
Chuck! (Whas that?)
Do you (Know what?)
You cold, boy, you cold
And I say "yeah, you right" x4

you lil' diss, how you wanna do it?
I got this up on my hip
No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on this
You heard I say now
We can take it outside if your in the way nah
(Whacha want?) O.k.

(Verse)
Remember when I used to dream bout
Remember I used to tell fame bout this
Now I got all ice on my wrist
So many hoes give me a kiss
nigga on the block slangin' his wrist
My bad if I got bangin' to this
Fuck it, I ashamed of this shit
Might have your main girl on my tip
In the booth, pocket
A wild child emancipated
Smokin' shit with the candle lated
Never front in the crunch, educated
Elevated for that meditation, up!
I'm movin' up, good
Round T.V. show, smokin' good time with some good
You should know I'mma get
Got that mic in my face, how the can I sit down?
Carve these hoes with the OJ, tink-top, then I away
I shit changin', start agin'
Goddamn, man, really the old me
I another bitch if I ain't got her
Oh my bad look he got her
dial, you gon' need yo doctor
Chuck the rasta! Bumba clat
Hold up, motherfucka, you throw that ass back?
Hold up, say they beef?
Hold up, motherfucka, lemme go get that gat
Cape bitch sit right on my lap
I might just take her ass to the trap

Heard you diss, how you wanna do it?
I got glock up on my hip
No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on bitch
You heard I say now
We can take it if your feelin's in the way nah