Luyện nghe bài hát Yesh Yesh Y'all

"This is for the niggas"

Yo, hard beats like this my mentality raw
I G off C 4 to blow off them Lex door
My be the kind that explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, metaphor metaphor
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 seventeens
out from 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
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em
I wouldn't leave a trace if I and police chalked me
Who's the Boss G? You better radio the walkie
For Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big in your 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"

Fuck the talk I 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 lyricist, I sleep in my work boots
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 murderin' makin' it hard for you to
We can chill and the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and your bitch to come here
Male groupies gettin' when I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your neighbour that play the
Music loud as three in the mornin' off a paper
mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, the perimeter
All my boos with the open toed
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" -- Doctor Spock G

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

As I dive the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck loud
Who the fuck runnin' off at their
I let my nigga 50 Cent knock ass out
Word bond, bitches bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better to Chandon
Blackin' out wildin', out weaves
niggas cheap ass chains and medallions
You're a part time sucker in the game
Shit is motherfucker 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 hang from the 808
And if I wrecked your cipher my Squad is to blame

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

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