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 after
I'm more wetter than your boy
So how you figure you can fuck with this rap nigga
I should own a fly house and a Benz
But I got chickenheads criminals and broke
That to get ends, keep the seventeens spinnin'
Pull out my jaw linin', commence to splittin'
and body parts that 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 the rigor-
out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't leave a if I died and police chalked me
Who's the G? You better radio the walkie talkie
For Fatal Attract MC's that stalk me
Got a big dick in your clit
When I flip this I got work than a Olympic 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 walk I claim to do
Knock a mule on her ass and turn the pussy and blue
You run up if your Fighter was Virtua
I'm a round-the-clock lyricist, I sleep in my work
It's a Thin Line Between Love and
It's a thin line between the trigger and the finger of a
by far, my rap repertoire
Be the art of murderin' it hard for you to spar
We can chill and the ganja, but don't be mad when the
Funk Doctor Spock smoke it with your 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 that play the
loud as fuck three in the mornin' off a paper
With mad Zul in the
In the downtown area, the perimeter
All my boos the open toed shoes
If you ain't gettin' that pussy right, let me show you
Then let you taste these, this 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 gettin'
Who the runnin' off at their mouth?
I let my 50 Cent knock that ass out
bond, bitches talkin' bout pourin out Cristal
And Dom P they better to Chandon
Blackin' out wildin', out weaves
Breakin' cheap ass chains and medallions
You're just a part time in the game
Shit is motherfucker start namin' names
And if you name my name I whoop ass Steven Seagal
you Under Siege 2 without the fuckin' train
Let brains hang from the 808 bang
And if I wrecked your cipher then my Squad is to

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

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