Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Indeed

( talking)
This what it's all about again huh.
Fucking and sucking once again you trash.
You get on block, you make my money.
You make my money good you trash.

(Kane & Abel)

Only real niggas with me
Hit the block gun cocked, pass the weed
we'll never knock, recognize the G
TRU indeed, TRU yes indeed

1 (Kane)

It's foolish how they be that niggas shit like a bitch
Makin them cut off your light switch that trigger finger itch
Nigga it's my life, it's fine that black Spice Girl
they lip when they taste this dick, no trickin, diamonds and pearls
My niggas like sleepin on a steel matress in the hole for thirty days
Police on the cause they know that nothin pay the way crime pays
you up like the little burn in Kool-Aid if you can't get paid
Get in the one way, ready for the gun play,
bullets get sprayed no delay

x2

2 (Abel)

Smokin that herb when I get disturbed, hit the streets dice on the curb
These ass niggas get served, it's no word, these haters got some nerve
A nigga named Master P told me hustle till I'm
Pitch black, catch a heart attack, Fred I paint the whole town red
Hunt my foes till casket close, spit on they grave, fuck they hoes
Ain't nothin no love like a black rose, hit they mama with a four four
They call me Mr. Abel, my brother, Mr.
TRU to the game, bitch pray when the bullets rain, fuck the fame
on

x3

(Abel talking)

Mr. Abel, Mr. Kane.
Meat, '99 nigga.
Any nigga fuck with us, foolish as a motherfucker.
Like we on the last motherfuckin record.
You run up, you get more holes a golf course bitch.