Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah You Right

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

(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, got no child lock 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 fresh, no shampoo
Ain't no camp food, and I call her lips vacuum
New money make me act
That's bullshit, man! I got the
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
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 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 pain
And say

(Hook)
Chuck! (Whas that?)
Do you (Know what?)
You cold, boy, you fuckin'
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 on this bitch
You heard 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 bout
Remember when I used to tell bout this
Now I got all this ice on my
So many hoes wanna give me a
Every nigga on the block his wrist
My bad if I got niggas to this
Fuck it, I ashamed of this shit
Might have your girl sing on my tip
In the booth, validation
A wild child that's
Smokin' this shit the candle lated
Never front in the crunch, educated
for that meditation, hold up!
I'm movin' up, times
Round T.V. show, smokin' good with some good wine
You know I'mma get mine
Got that mic in my face, how the hell can I sit
these hoes with 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' yo doctor
Marley the rasta! Bumba clat
Hold up, motherfucka, you throw that ass back?
Hold up, say want beef?
Hold up, motherfucka, lemme go head get gat
Cape Verdean sit right on my lap
I just take her ass back to the trap

you lil' 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 this
You heard I say now
We can take it if your feelin's in the way nah