Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah You Right

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

(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 lock on this
We can go fo' it if you
(Go go go go) My yung niggas, wild and crazy

(Verse)
Whacha do-do, fuck up a bitch hairdo
My fresh, no shampoo
Ain't eatin' no food, and I call her lips vacuum
New make 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 fuck on yo wrist
Keep rollin', pattin' my
potent, and it's passed to you (smoke that!)
Still say it but they on the truth
Later on you find out Chuck's that 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 that
And say

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

Heard you lil' diss, how you 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 dream this
Remember when I used to tell fame bout
Now I got all this ice on my
So many hoes wanna me a kiss
Every nigga on the slangin' his wrist
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, pocket
A wild child that's
Smokin' this shit with the lated
Never front in the crunch, well
for that meditation, hold up!
I'm movin' up, good
Round T.V. show, good time with some good wine
You should I'mma get mine
Got that mic in my face, how the can I sit down?
Carve these hoes with the OJ, tink-top, I throw away
I know shit changin', start
Goddamn, man, really the old me
I want another bitch if I got her
Oh my bad Mizz he got her
dial, you gon' need yo doctor
Chuck the rasta! Bumba clat
Hold up, motherfucka, won't you throw that ass
Hold up, say want beef?
up, motherfucka, lemme go head get that gat
Cape Verdean bitch sit on my lap
I might just 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, ain't got no child lock on bitch
You heard I say now
We can it outside if your feelin's in the way nah