Luyện nghe bài hát Yee

Thats the of my thugs
they step up in the club they go yee
When you hit the prison bricks from Vallejo or the they holla yee
You can catch me in the traffic in the cutlass or the hollarin yee
If its lookin like some static we gonna bust them automatics yee

My area grows some of the best weed in the world
My we aint no punk
They say we need to take a bath in tomato
Cause we always smell like
Sloppy drunk nine times out of ten time you see me
Bending corners in my new Dodge Durango Hemi
Pimpin the law up on us Officer and Mr. Johnny Law
Always me over and searchin my fucking car
Searchin my Gluteus Maximus in my jaw
Actin some batchesses thinkin I got rock
Doin it big, a swig, sip a sip, twist the lid, smoke a spliff,
Earl bent, ya wig, bout my nig
Everybody talk that talk, wanna walk that walk, wanna bark that bark
wanna plot that plot, wanna drop that saw, wanna peel up top
I get a call young bop, he up out my zone
He yo hillside nigga Ned on his way home
I said tell him to call me I love his ass to death
Any nigga hatin we gonna his last breath

Biatch ! Its yo partna from the town
I see doin it big you getting down maan
Yeah I fuck the V, Richmond know me
Where every niggas ballin thats where bitches be
You can go across the fucking wit a bitch
Dont matter which you be all up in some shit before you know it
It like it used to be
Everybody got to shoot you or me
I give a fuck about who, I dont know you
Sup pimpin I got my thang too
And its coo I know you know it
I aint gotta pull it
I aint gotta show it
blow it thats what a black mans thinkin
Ill be laying in a casket stinkin
If I slip I gotta keep my poise you that 808 bumpin Whats all that noise

Chorus

Get ya head busted in im not boy or your friend
Get ya head in im not your boy or your friend
You said that do that, that, shoot that
Now where your at
you gonna do next
Im a west coast yee
Im a east nigga yee
Im a down south yee
Im a Midwest yee

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