Luyện nghe bài hát Yay Deep

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

(*E-40*)

Huh! Rockin an rollin, the car was stolen,
on my way to see my up in deep east Oakland,
on some 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 tell one of yo fans,
do what you do all I listen to is you Maxwell, and Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Leigt*)

from the Bay be so damn vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it no swishers, juss zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn regular hoes,
we hoes, then sell 'em a dream,
from here to have 'em holdin my cream,
I'm on a team, off heen an begals
'em drink '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 fucka when I bang westside,
see side be the smokes bliss side,
not the if, if was a side.

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit rock an lose everythang,
I come up, pimp, pawn my weddin ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my shit off nigga 'em rum an zale.
BEEATCH!!!

(chorus x4)

(*B-Legit*)

I'm Yay Deep, come an sleep, el g, in this old jeep,
out by the oak tree,
you me the homie wit the big O dub's,
an you see me I be blowin it up,
I'm the land of the weed dealaz,
killaz,
heat feel the half fo the scratch fuck that,
bounce an make you bubble,
long as you double yo dribble,
wit the swift hoes.

(*E-40*)

I from a, ten speed wit a backpack,
to a, six-seven left wit a luggage rack,
to a 400 SEL,
to a fresh off the show room V-12,
I'm a ass tycoon from magazines,
I when my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin my bread an butta,
you niggaz betta hurry up 'cause money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(chorus x4)

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

(chorus x4) Sik Wit It.