Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah You Right

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

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

Heard you diss, wacha wanna do?
I got this up on my hip
No safety on the set, ain't got no child lock on 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 camp food, and I call her lips
New money make me act
bullshit, man! I got the piss
Them pussy ova there, I the dick
a nigga hand, nah-ah, don't want the fist
You real or you fake, give a what's on yo wrist
rollin', pattin' my moves
It's potent, and it's to you (smoke that!)
Still say it but hatin' on the truth
Later on you find out Chuck's that dude
Pig taxin', pokin', pokin', big dogs, chokin',
I'm runnin' the game, I'm givin' it
Gettin' the hang, the yung boy, full of pain
And say

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

Heard you 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 bitch
You what I say now
We can take it if your feelin's in the way nah
(Whacha want?) O.k.

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

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 outside if feelin's in the way nah