Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah You Right

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

(Hook)
say Chuck! (Whas happening?)
You (Know what?)
You cold, boy you fuckin'
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 lock on this
We can go fo' it if you
(Go go go go) My yung niggas, they and crazy

(Verse)
Whacha do-do, fuck up a bitch hairdo
My fresh, no shampoo
Ain't eatin' no camp food, and I her lips vacuum
New money me act rude
bullshit, man! I got the piss
Them pussy ova there, I the dick
Shake a nigga hand, nah-ah, want the fist
You real or you fake, give a fuck what's on yo
rollin', pattin' my moves
It's potent, and passed to you (smoke that!)
Still say it but they on the truth
Later on then you find out that dude
Pig taxin', pokin', pokin', big dogs, chokin',
I'm runnin' the game, I'm it brain
the hang, the yung 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 on the set, ain't got no child lock on this bitch
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 when I used to fame bout this
Now I got all this ice on my
So many hoes wanna give me a
Every on the block slangin' his wrist
My bad if I got bangin' to this
Fuck it, I ain't ashamed of shit
Might your main girl sing on my tip
In the booth, pocket
A wild that's emancipated
Smokin' this shit with the lated
Never front in the crunch, educated
for that meditation, hold up!
I'm movin' up, good
Round T.V. show, smokin' time with some good wine
You should know get mine
Got mic in my face, how the hell can I sit down?
Carve these with the OJ, tink-top, then I throw away
I know shit changin', agin'
Goddamn, man, really the old me
I want another if I ain't got her
Oh my bad Mizz he got her
dial, you gon' need yo doctor
Chuck Marley the rasta! Bumba
Hold up, motherfucka, won't you throw ass back?
Hold up, say they beef?
Hold up, motherfucka, go head get that gat
Cape bitch sit right on my lap
I might take her ass back to the trap

Heard you lil' diss, how you do it?
I got this up on my hip
No safety on the set, got no child lock on this bitch
You what I say now
We can take it outside if your in the way nah