Luyện nghe bài hát You're Gonna Get Yours

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

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

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

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

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

I go cops try to shoot me
They'll get theirs they try to get me
let it go, my turbo
Run, I'm in the river 'cause they're too slow
Laughin' at their attempt
So if the judge charged me contempt
I'd run my 'cause I'm feelin' proud
An' I wouldn't even them cause my radio's loud

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

Cruisin' down the
I treated like superstar
You know the time so look hard
Get it, the ultimate homeboy car
All you in the other ride
Wherever I'm get you my side
My 98 is to chase
If on my tail better watch your face

Smoke is comin' when I
Rubber when my turn
A tinted window so bad
Lookin' like the car the hornet had
It's the reason I'm of the pack
It's the reason I left back
It's the all the people say
My 98 - O 'em all away

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

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

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

Sidewalk suckers wanted to me
So I got my and posse
Took their girls and got to thrill me
outside, got in my ride
Drove them around an' I looked around
'em out there cold ran 'em over and down
They didn't get me and the truth
'Cause the 98-O is proof

My 98 so
My 98 is
My 98 so
My 98 like