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 fuckin'
And I say "yeah, you right" x4

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

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

(Hook)
Chuck! (Whas that?)
Do you (Know what?)
You cold, boy, you fuckin'
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 on this bitch
You heard I say now
We can it outside if your feelin's in the way nah
(Whacha want?) O.k.

(Verse)
Remember when I to dream bout this
Remember when I to tell fame bout this
Now I got all ice on my wrist
So hoes wanna give me a kiss
Every nigga on the block his wrist
My bad if I got bangin' to this
Fuck it, I ain't ashamed of shit
have your main girl sing on my tip
In the booth, validation
A child that's emancipated
Smokin' this with the candle lated
front in the crunch, well educated
Elevated for that meditation, up!
I'm movin' up, good
Round T.V. show, smokin' good time some good wine
You should know I'mma get
Got that mic in my face, how the hell can I sit
Carve these with the OJ, tink-top, then I throw away
I shit changin', start agin'
Goddamn, man, miss the old me
I want another if I ain't got her
Oh my bad look he got her
Speed dial, you need yo doctor
Chuck Marley the rasta! Bumba
Hold up, motherfucka, you throw that ass back?
up, say they want beef?
Hold up, motherfucka, lemme go get that gat
Cape Verdean sit right on my lap
I might just take her ass back to the

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