Luyện nghe bài hát Yesh Yesh Y'all

"This is for the niggas"

Yo, hard beats like keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off them Lex
My be the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor metaphor
I'm more wetter your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck 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 decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and
Gilligan, you the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to em softly
I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and chalked me
the Boss G? You better 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 more work than a gymnast
it, I cut the mustard, on any track
Milkier than Similac 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
It's a Thin Line Between Love and
It's a thin line the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but don't be mad the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with baby mama
Get off my and tell your bitch to come here
Male groupies gettin' shaky I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your nerve that play the
Music loud as three in the mornin' off a paper
mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the area, scannin' the perimeter
All my with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you taste these, this Fox said
"Ain't No Nigga like the" -- Doctor Spock G

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

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

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

be right back with some more funk shit
For all you stankin' asses after we pay these