Luyện nghe bài hát You're Gonna Get Yours

Ooh chuck, they get us man
Yo, we gotta dust boys off

In this corner the 98
Subject of object of hate
the one some think is great
I'm one, son of a gun
Drivin' by, wavin' my
Makin' 'em mad when I'm like this
Top gun, on the run
know not to come 'cause they all get some

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

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

Pullin' away every day you in the dust
So you I get paid on the mile ego trip
And 5-O on my tip
me burn rubber fall in my flame
This episode is the same
Seein' no comp comin' I'm blind
All back trailin' my behind

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

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

Cruisin' down the
I treated some superstar
You the time so don't look hard
Get it, the ultimate homeboy car
All you in the other ride
I'm comin' get you my side
My 98 is to chase
If you're on my tail watch your face

Smoke is comin' when I
Rubber my wheels turn
A window so super bad
Lookin' like the car the green had
It's the reason I'm of the pack
It's the reason I left back
It's the reason all the 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 gonna get
Suckers to tha side I know you my 98
You get yours

Understand, I don't drunk
My fly, I don't drive no junk
No cop gotta a right to me a punk
Take this go to hell and stick it
Put me on a kick line up, times up
This needs a tune up
I don't what's happenin' what's up?
Gun in my chest, I'm under

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

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