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 maverick yee
If its lookin like some static we gonna bust them automatics yee

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

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

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

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