Luyện nghe bài hát Yes Yes Y'all

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Gon' it to ya
Know I mean
Lot of here
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Ah, ha, ha
Like Catchy and

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

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'Bout to slay you worst than the verse
Packin' my purse but yo one curse
I survive in ratified air only few can live
in my brain like that train in the fugitive
I pledge allegiance to the soul of the
Stepped away as Prince came back with my real name
A rose by any other still beautifies the
So get consumed when a brother's known to gloom
It's Amantics but yo it's good to be back
Never racing the rap just lacing the
Not with me it was a plan B
'Bout to have an Oscar next to my Grammies
Plural no need to talk though
I'm a do so
I'm comin' at ya with the smoothest
Behold the lick of this kickin'

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A GQ cover
brother's nice
Vanity fair you saw me
I life
of rap got the cream and all that
But kinda left a in me
You can't runnin' in and out of my life
Said my mic
your radio you could record
As place my welcome mat at the music awards
Coming through tinted in high beams
Rose petals at my feet like I'm Akeem
So to all you player haters while y'all y'all rhyme
Please stop sayin' 'cause that name's mine
I rocked the Philly fade the divin' waves
Yes yellin' till I'm like Issac Hayes
Bad eyes or back pain or bad legs
I'm a get better with age

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Mic y'all
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Mic y'all
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