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 off them Lex door
My tex-ture be the kind explore
MC's, I blow 'em out, after metaphor
I'm wetter than your boy bigger
So how you figure you can fuck with rap unemployed nigga
I should own a fly bitch house and a
But I got chickenheads criminals and friends
That love to get ends, the seventeens spinnin'
Pull out from my jaw linin', 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, and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the
Mortis out, I got to kill em softly
I leave a trace if I died and police chalked me
Who's the G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For these Fatal Attract MC's that me
Got a big dick in bitch clit
When I flip this I got more work than a gymnast
Bust it, I cut the mustard, on any
than 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"

Fuck the talk I walk whatever I to do
Knock a on her ass and turn the pussy black and blue
You couldn't run up if your was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I in my work boots
It's a Thin Line Between and Hate
It's a thin line between the 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 and puff the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Spock smoke it with your baby mama
Get off my dick and tell bitch to come here
Male groupies gettin' when I come from the rear
Hah, that get on your nerve neighbour that the
Music loud as fuck three in the mornin' off a
mad Zul in the L-S-C
In the downtown area, scannin' the
All my boos with the open shoes
If you ain't gettin' that 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 dive the crowd
I wanna see who the fuck loud
Who the runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my nigga 50 Cent that ass out
Word bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out
And Dom P they better stick to
out wildin', smackin' out weaves
Breakin' niggas cheap ass chains and
You're just a part sucker in the game
Shit is real motherfucker start namin'
And if you name my I whoop ass like Steven Seagal
Give you Under Siege 2 the fuckin' train
Let your brains hang the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher my Squad is to blame

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

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