Luyện nghe bài hát Oh No

Oh no, there go Texas boys banging in a fo' do'
Top out the drop, crawling on 84's
Think of taking my slab, I don't think so
My heat under my seat, and I love you hoes
Living it like a G, but still I lay low
Five percent or ten, but still my screens gon
These haters be in my mix, and boppers be on my dick
I come round the corner

[Paul
I'm from the of opportunity, in God we trust
But in my mix, got me paranoid and disgust
I'm scoping out my mirrors, when my car's in park
It's after dark, and my is fresh meat to these sharks
Boys thinking I drinking, so I'm off my note
But I got seventeen surprises, tucked inside of my
See me strut through the parking lot, on plus
It's a I make all haters, eat my dust
Them jump-out boys, waiting trying to me slipping
I ain't tripping, ain't the only thing that I'm gripping
Boys jacking with tow trucks, thinking they slick
But take a trip to South Lee, and end up in a
They got my purple eater once, the next day
I a Range Rover cash, and a new set of fronts
I've been on feet for months, I'm taking haters to
Paul Wall and Trae, hit em that one-two punch

When I flip in my
I'm fin to beat back off, like I was legs
Sitting low and tinted on chrome, gangstafied till I'm
I'm bout to diminish these haters, when my trunk start
over gray, side of my drop with six T.V.'s I'm displaying
They hate that I'm shining, with the wheel falling flying down the block
But if one of these haters, jack me
Slugs gon be flying, out the
I click for no reason, this my slab is staining they brain
And I be known for getting reckless in Texas, gripping on
Forever be pimping, 84 tipping all through the
Grilling boppers all through my tint, with all in my mouth
They all in my mouth, looking stupid when I burn past em
Cause some of these broads be shife, and setting up for the jacking
But not today, cause Trae gon be on top of his game
We guerillas I'm mobbing with, ain't no stopping me
When I'm in my fo' do' solo, the slab is to get tossed
And if you trying to be competition, you bound to be getting lost

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

Wall]
Mo' money mo' mayn, the legend is true
You better stay up on your toes, you ride 22's
I'm strapped, everywhere I go I'm watching my back
Cause on my block, jackers don't give a damn if I rap
see me being friendly, and they think that I'm soft
But the is, my best friend is a sawed off
These in my mix, got me losing composure
But if they one step closer, it ain't gon be kosher naw