Luyện nghe bài hát Yesh Yesh Y'all

"This is for the niggas"

Yo, beats like this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 to blow off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind that
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor after
I'm more wetter your boy bigger
So how you you can fuck with this rap unemployed nigga
I should own a fly bitch house and a
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens
Pull out from my jaw linin', commence to
Brains and body parts motion couldn't picture
Cause I'm shittin' niggas hit more decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em
I wouldn't leave a trace if I died and chalked me
Who's the Boss G? You radio the walkie talkie
For Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big dick in your clit
When I flip this I got more than a Olympic gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any
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"

the talk I walk whatever I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy and blue
You run up if your 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 line between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap
Be the art of murderin' makin' it hard for you to
We can chill and the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your mama
Get off my dick and tell bitch to come here
Male groupies shaky when I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your neighbour that play the
Music loud as fuck in the mornin' off a paper
mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, the perimeter
All my with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' pussy eaten right, let me show you
let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No Nigga like the" -- Funk Doctor G

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

As I dive the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck gettin'
Who the fuck runnin' off at their
I let my nigga 50 knock that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout out Cristal
And Dom P better stick to Chandon
Blackin' out wildin', smackin' out
Breakin' cheap ass chains and medallions
You're just a part time in the game
Shit is real start namin' names
And if you name my name I whoop ass like Seagal
Give you Siege 2 without the fuckin' train
Let your brains from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my is to blame

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

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