Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah You Right

(Intro)
Ain't a nigga round me
Erry' 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 diss, wacha wanna do?
I got glock 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 wild and

(Verse)
Whacha wanna do-do, fuck up a bitch
My fresh, no shampoo
Ain't eatin' no camp food, and I call her vacuum
New make me act rude
That's bullshit, man! I got the
Them ova there, I pack the dick
Shake a hand, nah-ah, don't want the fist
You real or you fake, a fuck what's on yo wrist
Keep rollin', pattin' my
It's potent, and it's to you (smoke that!)
say it but they hatin' on the truth
Later on then you out Chuck's that dude
Pig taxin', pokin', pokin', big dogs, chokin',
I'm runnin' the game, I'm 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 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 this
You what I say now
We can take it outside if your in the way nah
(Whacha want?) O.k.

(Verse)
when I used to dream bout this
Remember when I used to fame bout this
Now I got all this ice on my
So many hoes give me a kiss
nigga on the block slangin' his wrist
My bad if I got niggas bangin' to
Fuck it, I ashamed of this shit
Might have your girl sing on my tip
In the booth, validation
A wild that's emancipated
Smokin' shit with the candle lated
Never in the crunch, well educated
Elevated for meditation, hold up!
I'm up, good times
Round T.V. show, smokin' good time with good wine
You should know I'mma get
Got that mic in my face, how the can I sit down?
Carve these hoes the OJ, tink-top, then I throw away
I shit changin', start agin'
Goddamn, man, miss the old me
I want another bitch if I got her
Oh my bad Mizz he got her
Speed dial, you gon' yo doctor
Marley the rasta! Bumba clat
Hold up, motherfucka, won't you throw that ass
up, say they want beef?
Hold up, motherfucka, lemme go get that gat
Cape Verdean bitch sit 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 what I say now
We can take it if your feelin's in the way nah