Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Yes Y'all

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Get the start of the new
With the masters
Lo and

Gon' it to ya
Know I mean
Lot of macaronis
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Ah, ha, ha
Like and Joni

Lights action, the hip-hop attraction
Fresh priggy, John
Player haters been hatin' all my for years
Now seein' they worst fears as I bathe in cheers
Parades and accolades all and ages
me the outrageous my zeal contagious
The smile Inspirator, aspen to
One of the MC's to say cheese with Schwarzenegger
Everywhere I go know me
Hollywood in Paris accidentally spill a drink upon they?
Truth of the matter I've loungin'
it up givin' it up in manipulate surroundings
Been the world and I yi yi
Ain't seen of this fly yi yi ya
My pervasive, my effervescence
you back to the essence
the

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'Bout to slay you than the first verse
my purse but yo without one curse
I survive in ratified air where few can live
Thoughts in my brain like train in the fugitive
I pledge to the soul of the game
Stepped away as Fresh came back with my real name
A rose by any still beautifies the room
So don't get consumed when a known to gloom
Amantics but yo it's really good to be back
Never racing the rap just lacing the
Not sarendipadee with me it was a B
'Bout to have an standin' next to my Grammies
Plural mucho no need to though
I'm a do so
I'm at ya with the smoothest slickness
Behold the style of this kickin'

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A GQ cover
This brother's
Vanity you saw me there
I discovered
of rap got the cream and all that
But left a void in me
You can't keep runnin' in and out of my
my mic aright
Pump your radio you could
As they place my mat at the music awards
Coming through America tinted in beams
Rose petals at my feet I'm Prince Akeem
So to all you player haters while sayin' y'all rhyme
Please stop sayin' Jada that name's mine
I rocked the Philly fade the divin' waves
Yes yellin' till I'm bald Issac Hayes
Bad eyes or back pain or bad legs
I'm a get with age trust

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