Luyện nghe bài hát Yay Deep

Ha, ha,
south,
west,
riders,
south,
west,
riders.

(*E-40*)

Huh! an rollin, like the car was stolen,
on my way to see my weebles up in east Oakland,
smokin on premo, in a clean ass, coke white El Camino,
dual sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
lookin they wanna get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I one of yo biggest fans,
do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

When I was off on caviars, spotted,
niggaz spoke on me like I nobody,
foolish as a I packed eightballs,
broke the ice, an often weed to stars,
but hey now an how I run my sweet,
Yay Deep from the lungs to my heat,
my nigga 40 waters an Legit wit the B,
niggaz fuck tha cuttie wit the triple gold beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to Atlanta Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, juss zigs, an hoe,
bad bitches turn regular tracks hoes,
we mack hoes, then 'em a dream,
from here to have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a winnin team, off an begals
make 'em 'fo a bitch nigga pay me.

(Chorus)

We slide, we slide, from south to we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

Now slip, slidin, rip, rip ridin,
I hurt a mutha fucka I bang westside,
see side be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

pass it to me, pass back to you,
hit the green til I turn dark blue, I'm through,
not to do what I do,
Yay Deep only wit a few.

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock bottom an everythang,
I back up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, re-cop buy yeyo,
auction my off nigga give 'em rum an zale.
BEEATCH!!!

(chorus x4)

(*B-Legit*)

I'm Yay Deep, an talk sleep, el g, in this old jeep,
out by the oak tree,
you me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an everytime you see me I be it up,
I'm from the of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
campaign wit the hoes.

(*E-40*)

I went from a, ten wit a backpack,
to a, six-seven coupe left wit a rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the show room V-12,
I'm a ass tycoon from magazines,
I remember when my shit always clean
rappin niggaz, an that's my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take morphine fate, 'cause I mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the ballin if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, switch up tennis shoes,
gettin one mo chance to suck dick,
hataz who be they hands, duck quick,
we shit,
yo be the four-fifth,
tough niggaz sweet, park we Yay Deep.

(chorus x4)

BIAAAATCH!! Fo sho! 40 waters, an Double R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, southwest riders man, you know we do,
E-feeze-fozereeze, wit Z-Savage, that nigga, Double R, R in the
we ride, Richie Rich, we ride, seven-o-seven, seven-o-shnebin,
enough.

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.