Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top fell out the drop, crawling on
Think of taking my slab, I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I love you hoes
Living it a G, but still I gotta lay low
Five percent or ten, but my screens gon glow
These haters be in my mix, and these boppers be on my
Everytime I round the corner

Wall]
I'm from the land of opportunity, in God we
But haters in my mix, got me paranoid and
I'm scoping out my side mirrors, when my in park
It's after dark, and my slab is fresh to these sharks
thinking I been drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, inside of my coat
See me strut through the parking lot, on 22's
It's a must I all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting to catch me slipping
I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing I'm gripping
Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they
But take a trip to Lee, and end up in a ditch
got my purple people eater once, the next day
I bought a Range Rover cash, and a new set of
I've been on feet for months, I'm haters to lunch
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em with that one-two

When I in my slab
I'm fin to they back off, like I was legs
Sitting low and on chrome, gangstafied till I'm finished
I'm to diminish these haters, when my trunk start waving
Blue gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, with the fifth falling flying down the block
But if one of haters, wanna jack me
gon be flying, out the glock
I click for no reason, this season my slab is they brain
And I be known for getting in Texas, gripping on grain
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the
Grilling all through my tint, with diamonds all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn right em
some of these broads be living shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, Trae gon be flipping on top of his game
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, no stopping me mayn
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, then you to be getting lost

Make way for the team, the fo' do' be coming round the corner
haters are goners, cause I'ma drop the top when I wanna
I know these jackers, think before they reach out and touch
Cause in back of the car is the Excursion, full of thugs punch
I know they wanted to get me, but they don't know what I'm
I pop the trunk and swing the block, while jamming Slow Loud And
and Paul Wall on a mission, and ain't no stopping it mayn
With my hand on my in my seat, and the other on grain

Wall]
Mo' money mo' problems mayn, the is true
You better stay up on your toes, when you ride
I'm rolling strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my
Cause on my block, them jackers give a damn if I rap
People see me being friendly, and they that I'm soft
But the truth is, my friend is a sawed off
haters in my mix, got me losing composure
But if they take one closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw