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 the bullshit from the backseat champ
Yea I'm in the still got the seat back
Feet stay from where the fake be at
Niggaz snitch for the where the patience at

make his own brother face his back
Give and take it back
Good grief, man, this world is quite on my aching back
Cops killing for crack you know the snakes eat rats

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

That's just how the roll
you can't fade him
Get too deep up in water
And they can't ya

Me I out of that water
Like I was just
And watch my step on a wet

Yea, I'm from the
So I rep 'em where I take 'em
Holly grove, holly grove was his last
So nigga get that look off face
And recognize you got a crook in the

They 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 me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the to match
holes in ya from the chopper blast
Like, ha ha

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

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

Bob got me stinkin'
Stackin figures I'm standin' firm a slinky
Pipes is with crack cocaine
And the dope go of the veins
From where I

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

Man, the wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or pocket fan
Pocket knife, no 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 momma's
She told me to shoot ya right I knock ya out
And he ain't up after them shots
If you hit him in the right
Hold up the might drop

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