Luyện nghe bài hát Yesh Yesh Y'all

"This is for the niggas"

Yo, hard beats this keep my mentality raw
I G off C 4 lyrics to blow off Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind that
MC's, I blow 'em out, after metaphor
I'm more than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with rap unemployed nigga
I should own a fly bitch and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and friends
That love to get ends, keep the seventeens
Pull out from my jaw linin', to splittin'
Brains and body parts motion 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 to take the rigor-
out, I got orders to kill em softly
I leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G? You better the walkie talkie
For these Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big dick in your bitch
When I flip this I got 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 whatever I to do
a mule on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your was Virtua
I'm a lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
It's a Line Between Love and Hate
It's a thin line the trigger 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
Funk Doctor smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell bitch to come here
Male groupies gettin' shaky when I from the rear
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbour play the
Music loud as three in the mornin' off a paper
With mad Zul in the
In the area, scannin' the perimeter
All my boos with the toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' pussy eaten right, let me show you
Then let you these, this Brown Fox said
"Ain't No like the" -- Funk Doctor Spock G

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

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

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

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