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 up in deep east Oakland,
smokin on some premo, in a ass, coke white El Camino,
exhaust sparkin,
park it like Reno, I ain't soft I see hoes in miskina,
lookin like they get tossed,
E-40 you be careful 'fo I tell one of yo fans,
do what you do all I to is you Maxwell, and Erykah Badu.

(*Richie Rich*)

I was off on caviars, dalmation spotted,
niggaz spoke on me I wasn't 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 the lungs to expose my heat,
like my nigga 40 an Legit wit the B,
niggaz know fuck tha cuttie wit the triple beam.

(*B-Leigt*)

Niggaz from the Bay be so vicious,
fly to fuck Morehouse buisness,
it ain't no swishers, zigs, an zags hoe,
super bad bitches turn tracks hoes,
we hoes, then sell '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 to west we ride. (x4)

(*Richie Rich*)

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

(*B-Legit*)

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

(*E-40*)

But if I hit bottom an lose everythang,
I come back up, pimp, pawn my ring,
re-up, buy some yeyo,
auction my off nigga give '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 know me the 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 the half fo the scratch nigga fuck that,
bounce back an you bubble,
long as you don't yo dribble,
wit the swift 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 room floor V-12,
I'm a timin ass tycoon magazines,
I when my shit wasn't always clean
rappin niggaz, an hustlin that's my an butta,
you niggaz hurry up 'cause there's money in this mutha fucka!!!

(*Richie Rich*)

'cause I take fate, 'cause I serve mo fiends,
wit bitches duct-tapes to crates,
Richie be the bitch if ya snooze ya lose,
ride hoes like vogues, up like tennis shoes,
bitches gettin one mo chance to 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, B-Legit an R, we ride.
Southwest, riders, riders man, you know what 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.