Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Y'All

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
Do it this though, do it like this though, do it like this though.
it fat like
DIS, dis, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh
HEH, heh, UH, uh, HEH, heh, UH, uh

Aiyyo ruff ruff rugged rugged ruff digga Dan
Who's that? The man, I'ma it like Bam-Bam
The big man, the bigger plan, the jams
Quick to figure and I pack Palladium stands
raw, clear the floor
R&B hardcore plenty more. been on tours
in plenty drawers, far from just okey-doke
Not into no hokey-poke, although I may drink a
Hell no I won't smoke no
Steady but ready for pitty petty
Big and heavy, far Chevy, so save your gas for Getti
Mic check it, microphone it
me wreck it; I'm never half steppin

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Far from a chump, I'm a champ, I get
I run through camps, gimme some plaques on the stamp, HEY
I a girl who got plenty trunk, who knows I got ghetto funk
Not blunts but I be on a stunt hunt
Got crazy drama, dramatics, big in Bahamas are addicts
So now cling like static, dig it
I rolled up on some old wonderama type of
I'ma, comma, big belly momma harmer
Bag a cute, so troops, I'm all about
two scoops, I cut loose, me and a few troops
To static to me is automatic
I panic or stall, I'm gigantic so yes, y'all

Uhh, king of the big boys, bigger boys, don't even
Save all the chitter chatter, I make em split and
I keep em goin for blocks, I never ran cops
I with my flock, and get props from dreadlocks
I treat a mic like a bad habit, I grab it I gotta it
A funky flippin styles is automatic
I freak a beat a prostitute, I'm always in hot pursuit
I'm tryin to get lots of loot, of boots
Do rocks like a hustler moving crack
like a muscl-er microphone damager handin ya rough like a
Sew up cities with girls of pretty, known for the nitty
my flavor, is major, you're itty

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