Luyện nghe bài hát Yesh Yesh Y'all

"This is for the niggas"

Yo, hard beats like this keep my raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind that
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor metaphor
I'm more wetter than boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with rap unemployed nigga
I own a fly bitch house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads and broke friends
love to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'
Pull out my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
Brains and body 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 orders to em softly
I wouldn't a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big dick in bitch clit
I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any
Milkier than 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 whatever I to do
Knock a on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my boots
It's a Thin Line Between Love and
a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap
Be the art of murderin' it hard for you to spar
We can and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your mama
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to come
groupies gettin' shaky when I come from the rear
Hah, get on your nerve neighbour that play the
Music loud as three in the mornin' off a paper
mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, scannin' the
All my boos with the open shoes
If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me you
let you taste 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 wanna see who the fuck loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their
I let my nigga 50 knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out
And Dom P they stick to Chandon
out wildin', smackin' out weaves
Breakin' cheap ass chains and medallions
You're just a time sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker start names
And if you name my name I ass like Steven Seagal
you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train
Let your brains hang 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