Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no
Cut the up, please!
Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no

Cheer, I play the bullshit the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the backseat got the seat back
Feet back stay where the fake be at
Niggaz snitch for the shine where the at

Nigga make his own brother his back
love and take it back
Good grief, man, this world is quite heavy on my back
Cops killing for crack you know the story eat rats

Face the facts, you can't him
Can't shoot it if you aim it
miss him if he kill you
Then you can't him

just how the dice roll
When you can't him
Get too deep up in that
And they save ya

Me I come out of water
I was just bathing
And watch my step on a wet

Yea, I'm the hood
So I rep 'em where I can't 'em
Holly grove, grove was his last statement
So nigga get that look off your
And recognize you got a in the place

call me W E E crooked letter Y, I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime like she's
Street sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the
Leave you with the cops to match
Bullet holes in ya from the blast
Like, ha ha

That's holes in your sneakers got you hoppin' back
It all stop they hit you in ya top and back
No back
motherfucker you ain't heard bout this
The sink down to the dick
That's a automatic shotty from a drum they Tommy
to get you bitches from by me

When I hit every of ya physical body he leakin'
Mortimer is no longer leapin', he
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin' he
in thought the boy ain't even linkin'

Bob Marley got me
Stackin figures I'm standin' firm life's a
Pipes is filled with cocaine
And the dope go of the veins
From where I

Though I bear a name only one call with
Coach they won't knock me off my pivot it
I'm with it
Pick a city buy a condo a fine hoe
Let some time go
What you about a bongo
Having her mind goover a convo dough, nothing!

Man, the four wheelers look so on the sand
Tee or tanktop fan
knife, no handgun in sight
Just rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom

Ha ha tonight I might boost my feature price
'Cuz to each its own and the lights is
And I'm feelin' like mike at a Tyson
I'm from Cita house, big house
She told me to shoot ya right I knock ya out
And he gettin' up after them shots
If you hit him in the right
Hold up the beat might

Oh no, no, oh no, no, oh no, no