Luyện nghe bài hát You're Gonna Get Yours

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

In this corner the 98
Subject of suckers of hate
the one some think is great
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 'cause they all get some

Goin' quicker in the speedin'
Jealous do it and it's causin' them pain
Caught in my smoke, all they did was
Look at my spokes, you I'm no joke
Out window, middle finger for all
Jealous at my ride, and black walls
Suckers got the nerve and gall
To talk the car when they're walkin' tall

Suckers to tha 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 know I get paid on the ego trip
And 5-O on my tip
Watch me burn rubber in my flame
This is always the same
Seein' no comp comin' like I'm
All left trailin' 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 movin' too slow
Laughin' hard at attempt
So what if the judge charged me
I'd run my boomerang 'cause I'm proud
An' I even hear them cause my radio's loud

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

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

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

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 you hate my 98
You get yours

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

suckers wanted to spill me
So I got my and posse
Took their girls and got them to 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
'Cause the 98-O is proof

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