Luyện nghe bài hát Yesh Yesh Y'all

"This is for the niggas"

Yo, hard like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor metaphor
I'm more wetter your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with rap unemployed nigga
I should own a fly house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads and broke friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens
Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to
Brains and parts that motion couldn't picture
Cause when I'm shittin' niggas hit more decks than a
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got to kill em softly
I leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
the Boss G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract that stalk me
Got a big dick in your bitch
When I flip this I got more work than a Olympic
it, I cut the mustard, on any track
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 black and blue
You couldn't run up if Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I in my work boots
a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it for you to spar
We can and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to here
Male groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbour that the
Music loud as three in the mornin' off a paper
With mad Zul in the
In the area, scannin' the perimeter
All my boos the open toed shoes
If you gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No Nigga like the" -- Doctor Spock G

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

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

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

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