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

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

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

That's how the dice roll
you can't fade him
Get too deep up in that
And can't save ya

Me I come out of that
I was just bathing
And watch my step on a wet

Yea, I'm from the
So I rep 'em I can't take 'em
grove, holly grove was his last statement
So get that look off your face
And you got a crook in the place

They call me W E E crooked Y, I'm so high
I skeet skeet in any nigga dime she's mine
sweeper in the back of the hatch make me pop the latch
Leave you bloody with the cops to
holes in ya from the chopper blast
Like, ha ha

That's bullet holes in your sneakers got you hoppin'
It all stop they 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 from a drum they call Tommy
to get you bitches from by me

When I hit every of ya physical body he leakin'
is no longer leapin', he sleepin'
While you pussy niggaz is sleepin' he
Deep in thought the boy even linkin'

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

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

Man, the wheelers look so good on the sand
Tee or pocket fan
Pocket knife, no in sight
that rat tat tat tat tat tat tat tat boom

Ha ha tonight I might just boost my price
'Cuz to its own and the lights is bright
And I'm feelin' like mike at a fight
I'm Cita house, big momma's house
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 spot
Hold up the beat might

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