Luyện nghe bài hát Hell Yeah

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

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

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

Fuck jail, Gucci time and I'm hood
I'm in that zone 6 and I throw it like the first
My 'Rari in the front and I parked it
A chick in some heels, match the carpet

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

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

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

I be the Brick Squad youngin', stankin' a funyan
All otha rap niggas 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 trip

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

I got to blow, naw, I ain't drizzy
Money the world go round, that's why I'm dizzy
Standin' behind Gucci flock, like, "Who is it?"
Slim dunkin' in mothafuck, cut the chicken

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

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

It's big Gucci, me while I ball
Until my release, my nigga, no lights out, out
Creep on in silence, why do I pull violence?
non-violent

While my tatoos smilin' to me
Of the time they robbed me with no
Now my problems and they rovolvin' around
All [Incomprehensible]

Stretch here to Compton, to Bouldacrest

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

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

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