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 blow off Lex door
My be the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after
I'm more wetter than boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap nigga
I should own a fly bitch and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and friends
That love to get ends, keep the spinnin'
Pull out my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
Brains and body parts motion couldn't 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 take the
out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't leave a if I died and police chalked me
Who's the G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract MC's stalk me
Got a big in your bitch clit
When I this I got more work than a Olympic gymnast
it, I cut the mustard, on any track
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 I claim to do
Knock a on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work
It's a Line 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 makin' it hard for you to spar
We can and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Spock smoke it with your 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 neighbour that play the
Music as fuck three in the mornin' off a paper
mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, scannin' the
All my with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' that pussy right, let me show you
let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No Nigga the" -- Funk 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 runnin' off at mouth?
I let my 50 Cent knock that ass out
Word bond, talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better to Chandon
Blackin' out wildin', smackin' out
Breakin' niggas cheap ass and medallions
just a part time sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker namin' names
And if you my name I whoop ass like Steven Seagal
Give you Siege 2 without the fuckin' train
Let your brains 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 some more funk shit
For all you stankin' after we pay these bills