Luyện nghe bài hát You're Gonna Get Yours

Ooh chuck, outta get us man
Yo, we gotta dust these off

In corner with the 98
Subject of suckers object of
Who's the one some think is
I'm one, son of a gun
Drivin' by, my fist
Makin' 'em mad I'm goin' like this
Top gun, on the run
They know not to come they all get some

Goin' in the speedin' lane
can't do it and it's causin' them pain
Caught in my smoke, all they did was
Look at my spokes, you know I'm no
Out that window, middle for all
at my ride, stereo and black walls
Suckers got the nerve and gall
To talk 'bout the car when they're tall

Suckers to tha side I you hate my 98
You get yours
Suckers to tha I know you hate my 98
You gonna get

Pullin' every day leavin' you in the dust
So you know I get paid on the mile ego
And 5-O on my tip
Watch me burn rubber in my flame
episode is always the same
Seein' no comp like I'm blind
All left back my behind

I go faster try to shoot me
They'll get when they try to get me
I'll let it go, my
Run, I'm in the river 'cause movin' too slow
Laughin' hard at attempt
So what if the judge charged me
I'd run my boomerang I'm feelin' proud
An' I wouldn't even hear them my radio's loud

Suckers to tha side I you hate my 98
You get yours
Suckers to tha I know you hate my 98
You get yours

down the boulevard
I treated like some
You know the time so don't look
Get with it, the homeboy car
All you in the other ride
Wherever I'm comin' get you my
My 98 is tough to
If you're on my tail watch your face

Smoke is when I burn
Rubber my wheels turn
A window so super bad
like the car the green hornet had
It's the reason I'm ahead of the
It's the reason I left them
It's the all the people say
My 98 - O blows 'em all

My 98 is
My 98 so
My 98 is
My 98 Oldsmobile's

Suckers to tha side I you hate my 98
You get yours
Suckers to tha I know you hate my 98
You get yours

Understand, I don't drive
My 98's fly, I drive no junk
No cop a right to call me a punk
Take this ticket go to hell and it
Put me on a butt line up, times up
This government a tune up
I know what's happenin' what's up?
Gun in my chest, I'm under

Sidewalk suckers wanted to me
So I got my crew and
their girls and got them to thrill me
Stepped outside, got in my
Drove them an' I looked around town
Caught 'em out cold ran 'em over and down
They didn't get me and the truth
'Cause the 98-O is bullet

My 98 so
My 98 is
My 98 so
My 98 Oldsmobile's