Luyện nghe bài hát Oooh!

Party people, your dreams now been fulfilled
Get your ass up and get ill, that's right y'all
We more than rough, we callin' bluff
And when it comes to
(Brick city)

Yo, don't scandalize
I spent too time
Straight talk with the catch to my line walk
Never fetchin' for crime, halt, who there?

Yo, it's the squeeze of five
Puffin' Smokey the
Shinin' like Darth Vader caps
on stare

While we rockin' it, rock in it
(Rock in it)
Like the little ball the spray can
three coats
For child, woman and man

God bless the God, lay streets wall to wall
It go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry
It went, oooh, oooh, oooh,

It my fault your ass is on the asphalt
Got chin touched by my fam
Who thought you harm, you see
I'm iced out like a of tea

Better yet, cookies
Y'all just to me
Slidin' up and the court
But I don't you can D

Why try? be gettin' high
Since was Luke Skywalk
Man, my of talk is sheddin' shame
All over your game like them who claim

That lovin' is the past drug
A life filled with (unverified) what thugs love
you fast, wrap that ass in the rug of your choice
While it muffles your

Now when I'm through the joint, I put the funk on hold
'Cause if you don't, see the bubbles come up
We run up a tab and gladly add a little extra for
Flashy faces with bigger lips for ass to kiss

Most crews are post current while forever
Direct that's contagious, loved by all ages
from the you and I versity
Of hard hitters, for

I got niggas in the streets that'll your ass for the shine
And get, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo, if you a fat chick gettin' your fuck on
Then go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, put your opposite to the ground if you're lovin' our sound
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
Yo and to my broke niggaz on the holdin' me down
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, I Tommy gonna get it, he done did me wrong
I had plans to buy land, plant corn
Bust kernels on heat, work like wetbacks
Set is gonna get my ass to be hostile

Rockwilder the beat, top dollar
Big make the big decisions
Keep hip hop alive, just an intermission
Back to the second half of the flick
stacks and fuck rap

I had a name for makin' since paper mache
Now, my dollar join pounds of yen for play
While you niggaz reach drunk much quicker
You don't make enough bread to soak up all liquor

Went God to God damn
Damn God, killin' it
Should incorporate it, half a mil' in it
Rap talk with no will in it

Soundin' like they virtual, this hurt you, yo
Twas the before Christmas and my crib got robbed
(Shh, shh, shh, shh)
did a job

Took all my goodies out under the tree
Except the
Of shiny suit and flossin' M C's
Who fail at it to rhyme degrees

Man, you know, no wack get no play in our homes
You need to not get with me
Or else we gon' relax mind
Let conscious be free

Yo, my Wall Street niggaz, if ya up in the stands
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,
To my that'll throw they hands against they punk ass man
Go, oooh, oooh, oooh,

Yo, if you been shot or stabbed
city, go, oooh, oooh, oooh, oooh
Yo, I gotta a cab back to the lab so I can smoke
Oooh, oooh, oooh,