Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah
This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, hell
This that Bush shit, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell
This that shit that get yo kids rich, hell
Hundred bags of kush shit, hell yeah
This that Bush shit, hell yeah

that arm on my kush shit
My girlfriend think she President Bush, bitch, hell
And I'm gon' off that lean
My brotha Duke keep on me that green shit

Fuck jail, time and I'm hood rich
I'm in that zone 6 and I throw it like the pitch
My yellow 'Rari in the and I parked it
A black in some heels, match the carpet

I'm pullin' up to the like I own it
with that bullshit, Gucci don't condone it
My tolerance get low the flexin'
I woke up, my main chick a Lexus

A thousand bags of mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get yo kids rich, yeah
Hundred bags of that shit, hell yeah
This President Bush shit, hell yeah

A bags of that mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get yo rich, hell yeah
Hundred of that kush shit, hell yeah
This that President Bush shit, yeah

I be the Squad youngin', stankin' like a funyan
All these otha rap toed like a Bunyan
I'm B-S and you B-S but I'm Squad and you bullshit
Pistol like a Chaperon, we goin' on a school

Places that you never seen blowin' on that green
Rollin' on a beam, hit the scene in Limousine
Codine, promthzine, diamonds I'm my pinky
Nigga, what the fuck you mean? Brick Squad dream

I got money to blow, naw, I drizzy
Money make the world go round, that's why I'm
Standin' behind Gucci flock, like, "Who is it?"
Slim in this mothafuck, cut the chicken

A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah
This that shit that get yo kids rich, yeah
Hundred of that kush shit, hell yeah
that President Bush shit, hell yeah

A thousand bags of that mid shit, yeah
This that that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred bags of that kush shit, yeah
This that President Bush Shit, yeah

big Gucci, excuse me while I ball
Until my release, my nigga, no out, lights out
Creep on in silence, why do I more violence?
We're

While my smilin' to remind me
Of the time robbed me with no problems
Now my problems and they rovolvin' around
All these

Stretch from to Compton, to Bouldacrest

That's somethin' to who have nothin'
No bluffin', Brick Squad no,

A thousand bags of that mid shit, hell
This shit that get yo kids rich, hell yeah
Hundred of that kush shit, hell yeah
that President Bush shit, hell yeah

A thousand bags of mid shit, hell yeah
This that shit that get yo kids rich, yeah
Hundred bags of kush shit, hell yeah
This President Bush shit, hell yeah