Luyện nghe bài hát No

Yo, all the fans we love
We make one fo' the haters like fuck that

Old nine eight can you see the Camilion
in the celing wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch old gangsta shit
Flat DVD's smoking stank and shit

dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down air forces white and shit
Ain't nothing soft on boy thankin' it
I got a trophy at the playa banquet

This I get style we all that
To the back we all to the back
Red or blue new cap
that bull shit you talking bout
Before the people walkin out

If you please we succeed
Shine the hardest and sign an artist
Longevity the Beegee's
Please be we don't care, do you like us?

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics and I think he just said no

1993 creation for steps of leezys
Wrote rhymes in class, by teachers
only on easter, ignore the preacher
Do the grown up at school under the bleachers

A little bity doin' lunatic rules
To this day they be like lunatic
I'm hangin' wit the dudes that done it, don't stunt it
You cats stay in the doin' too much frontin'

See you hate us like to risk son of a bitch
I really jockeys at home jockin' my disc
I'm gon' y'all ain't heard that shit
School boy 5'9 the hairlines and halfway rich

I'm gon' run out of town
Naw y'all hate us I'm gon chill 'til they run out of crown
Royal, blue jack right at the
Ay yo I'm Murphy Lee can I park my

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics and I think he just said

No, no, I know ain't say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he said no

Swervin', excursion limited fo
Fo' amps don't know what my is
I've packin' 22's like emmitt did
I've been po' before know a limit is

New new paint ain't them D's spinnin'
rims, love lakers, who I love winnin', love women
Spinnin', grindin' since the no mo' limits
Drom cuttys on 4's

No love fo change them like clothes
Hit 'em like switches I pass them on
We all know dats how the game go
We all know most of us love the same

Like the preachers daughter fucked wit the barber
Over there on the other side of encarta
For starters I know y'all smash
I get no ass so I had to ask, she said

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I he just said

No, no, I y'all ain't say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And when I get back everybody hit the flo flo
'Cause I just asked him was the tics tight and I think he just no

I'm feelin' frost bit oh shit is he in
Check the paper weather say temperature down
Yep him he come to make his rounds
Tell him how it feel ten skin found

Beta not I can show you how
Frank Mill aww he done flood it wit
Don't know what to call me I can think of some
Mr. Hoe Hopper, knocker, free city

My G's getting depp like P.
I'm feelin' B round looking for my whitney
Heel I'd take a if the stash is right
fo legged and her pants is tight

It got to be fo eva it can be fo tonight
First class to Nellyville
So how it feel sit ups on the virgin rug
Drinkin' out a mug, part boughee, part thug, call me bug okay?

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be in a minute wit dat chrome 4-4
And when I get back gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I just him was the tics tight and I think he just said

No, no, I know y'all say no uh oh
Be back in a minute wit dat 4-4
And I get back everybody gone hit the flo flo
'Cause I asked him was the tics tight and I think he just said no

Uh oh, side one time let me here ya, uh oh
South side one let me here ya, uh oh
East on time let me here ya, uh oh
West side on time let me ya, uh oh

What, that's why man yo breath smell like
If yo momma smelled like that nigga
She libel to kill some
Man if yo momma's eyebrows the way yo's do
It look a caterpillar layin' on her fo'head
yo momma snort anthrax and she still mobbin'