Luyện nghe bài hát oh No

[O.G. Ron C -
Uh,

[Chorus -
(So throwed)
I swared we don' told y'all niggaz
You must be deaf if you think we ain't no
With the remote screens fallin' blows
Step up in the starched down but stay flowed
From that North to the South
Ron C chop it up, it slow

-Check,
The block gets..bled red a leg in a ant bed
My twanks make a crippled girl turn her head
Hakim' cause a scene I drop my screens
Got more then mean green sippin' a green cup of lean
in a limousine, I impress myself
Might spit game to a nun just to myself
pour up a fo'
Sho' throw up the fo'
Fa'sho I'll show up to
And bleeh blow up the
Whoa!, ice man
Like a man
Ice white the head-lights on a white van
As bright as a man
With a tan
Ice bright as the skin on Michael right hand, nigga
Goddamn ohh! I myself
I'm so throwed I need a catchers mit to catch
How much you niggaz bet you'll never get my wealth
I'll rather play a solo of dice and bet myself
hold up Ron C I just done won me a G
Lucky me I'm the nigga that wannabe's
i'm ya, ohh nigga I impress myself
So many hoes on my dick I stretch my belt
Nigga ya better go handcuff ya honey dip
My lips don' mo' female lips then lipstick
My car got more butter a bunch of biscuits
I get chicks while you get dissed and get
I get kissed like I was under toe on christmas
Paul Wall got diamonds embroidered on his kicks
Ron C is using platinum turntables for mix
I walk around with a chain that's then slick ricks
Warfare and 6 we never ride Rav 4
Ride Ac or Jag or maybe a black
round with a gat on the damn dashboard
Oh No!, sab war comin' in the backdoor