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 lyrics to blow off them Lex
My tex-ture be the kind explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor metaphor
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 spinnin'
Pull out from my jaw linin', to splittin'
Brains and body parts that motion picture
Cause when I'm shittin' hit more 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 kill em
I wouldn't a trace if I died and police 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 bitch clit
When I flip this I got more work than a 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"

the talk I walk whatever 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
a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line between the and the finger of a thirty-eight
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' makin' it for you to spar
We can and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Doctor Spock smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell your bitch to here
Male groupies gettin' shaky I come from the rear
Hah, that get on nerve neighbour that play the
loud as fuck three in the mornin' off a paper
With mad Zul in the
In the area, scannin' the perimeter
All my with the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' that pussy right, let me show you
Then let you these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No Nigga like the" -- Funk Doctor G

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

As I into the crowd
I wanna see who the gettin' loud
Who the runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 knock that ass out
Word bond, talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P better stick to Chandon
out wildin', smackin' out weaves
Breakin' cheap ass chains and medallions
You're just a part sucker in the game
is real motherfucker start namin' names
And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven
Give you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin'
Let your brains hang the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my is to blame

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

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