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 lyrics to off them Lex door
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 friends
That to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'
Pull out from my jaw linin', to splittin'
Brains and body parts that couldn't picture
when I'm shittin' niggas hit more decks than a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and
Gilligan, you need the Professor to the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to em softly
I wouldn't a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big dick in your bitch
When I this I got more work than a Olympic 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 on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work
a Thin Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin between the trigger and the finger of a thirty-eight
Dust by far, my rap
Be the art of murderin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and puff the ganja, but be mad when the
Funk Doctor smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my and tell your bitch to come here
Male gettin' 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
With mad Zul in the
In the downtown area, scannin' the
All my boos with the toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' that pussy eaten right, let me you
let you taste these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No like the" -- Funk Doctor 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 that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout out Cristal
And Dom P they stick to Chandon
Blackin' out wildin', out weaves
Breakin' niggas cheap ass chains and
You're a part time sucker in the game
is real motherfucker start namin' names
And if you name my name I whoop ass like Steven
Give you Under 2 without the fuckin' train
Let brains hang from the 808 bang
And if I your cipher then 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' asses after we pay bills