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 to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, after metaphor
I'm more wetter your boy bigger
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 friends
That love to get ends, keep the spinnin'
Pull out from my jaw linin', to splittin'
Brains and body parts that motion picture
Cause when I'm shittin' niggas hit more decks a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and
Gilligan, you need the Professor to the rigor-
Mortis out, I got to kill em softly
I wouldn't leave a trace if I and police chalked me
Who's the G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract that stalk me
Got a big dick in your clit
I flip this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any
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 whatever I to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and
You run up if your Fighter was Virtua
I'm a lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Thin Line Love and Hate
It's a thin between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of makin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell your to come here
Male groupies gettin' shaky I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbour that the
Music loud as three in the mornin' off a paper
mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, the perimeter
All my boos the open toed shoes
If you ain't that pussy eaten right, let me show you
let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No Nigga like the" -- Funk 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 nigga 50 Cent knock ass out
Word bond, talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they stick to Chandon
out wildin', smackin' out weaves
Breakin' niggas ass chains and medallions
You're just a time sucker in the game
is real motherfucker start namin' names
And if you name my name I whoop ass like Seagal
Give you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin'
Let your hang from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your then my Squad is to blame

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

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