Luyện nghe bài hát Yesh Yesh Y'all

"This is for the niggas"

Yo, hard beats this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, after metaphor
I'm more wetter than your boy
So how you you can fuck with this rap unemployed nigga
I should own a fly house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke
love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'
Pull out my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
Brains and parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause when I'm shittin' niggas hit more than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and
Gilligan, you need the Professor to the rigor-
out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G? You radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract MC's stalk me
Got a big dick in your clit
When I flip this I got work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any
Milkier Similac when I'm next up to bat
"Redman is on the mic and I'ma"
"Dope motherfucker, yeah, you ask somebody"

"Yes, yes, y'all, and you stop"

Fuck the talk I walk I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy and blue
You couldn't run up if Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I in my work boots
It's a Thin Between Love and Hate
a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to
We can chill and the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to here
Male groupies gettin' shaky I come from the rear
Hah, get on your nerve neighbour that play the
Music loud as fuck in the mornin' off a paper
With mad Zul in the
In the downtown area, the perimeter
All my boos with the toed shoes
If you ain't that pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No like the" -- Funk Doctor Spock G

"Yes, yes, y'all, and you stop"

As I dive into the
I see who the fuck gettin' loud
Who the runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out
And Dom P they better to Chandon
out wildin', smackin' out weaves
Breakin' cheap ass chains and medallions
You're a part time sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker namin' names
And if you my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal
you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train
Let brains hang from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to

"Yes, yes, y'all, and you stop"

We'll be right with some more funk shit
For all you stankin' asses after we pay bills