Luyện nghe bài hát Ayy

It's four in the morning
Got a trunk full of bags,
We ridin' 'round dirty, tryna' get the bag

You already know what it is
YG, up?
Big Bern, Mozzy, to 'em

Twenty pack in the of the low
Kids tryna fuck with them hoes
On the corner, sellin' nothin but
Love life, we struggling though
Sentimental, when it counted a
You ain't ever gave me nothin' to
Freight trailer, finna up the road
milli, you ain't done it before
Big link, hugging it though
Bernie nigga been a hunnid for
Every card a hunnid or more
a hunnid k in-front of the stove
Count up the and go
Another flight, feel like 30 or
Chain like a birdie or 'sum
Cali nigga, where they murder for

They still on the turf them youngins
(yeah)
We pull up swerving a
(yeah)
They think it be hot as
(yeah)
If she bout hoe and then run it
(yeah)
That nigga hate for
I came up from nothin', remember days?
Hey kill all that rappin', I'm not the fuckery
You can get hit with K
Crack that pack
This shit you can only get from the Bay
Y-Car, twenty in L.A
How you paid but been to L.A.?
Stitch livin', keep it that way
I ain't with a yuke in my face
Yellow tapes should've seen how did it
Forty shells, really eat up your

Run up the
But no we don't
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy'"
Niggas know I'm
the homie a K (My K)
Told 'em 'em say, "Uh-uh"
Told 'em em say, "Ayy"
love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, black and
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy"
When you
They gon' start to
'em say, "Uh"
'em say, "Ayy"

They me still
The money come and a hunnid mill
I wanna build and playin' my chicken shit,
I wanna
frozen work
We let the honey
My know the drill,
She say she hate the way the feel
I'm
The sound of the crowd, it give me
And real

I used to rob and before the vacuum seal
Twenty grand the candle, yeah export
I'm K9, all through the airport
Atlanta, hit London with a Box
With my O.T knock, I'm just glad he toss her
We different
Mozzy me got the two with em
Hot shells, spillin' out your new denim
I'm supposed to be low-key, all these jewels drippin'
My crib mani-huh, we got a few missin'
I'm on a mission it pullin' me back
Yeah, I'm married to the
And in love with the trap

Run up the
But no we don't
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy'"
Niggas know I'm
the homie a K (My K)
Told 'em 'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em make em say, "Ayy"

Niggas to hate
Rolls two-tone,
and grey
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy"
When you
They start to separate
'em say, "Uh-uh" (Yeah, yeah)
'em say, "Ayy" (Yeah)

Bobby Boy chillin', that exotic
I got her on that tonic,
We smokin' chronic
know I'm iconic,
It's kind of
I'm runnin' this, gunnin'
We fun in this bitch
my life, motherfuck that I'm rich
Now know the name,
But just
I keep it G, cause I'm a good
my everything,
Up in verses
that Goldilocks,
When it
Stoney Bob it,
Berner be it
We crazy, we feelin'
Brazy, we breezy
Run up in it, get up in it
And make it look
I'm gonna a shoe
Bigger the Yeezy
my own shoes
Ain't nothin' that I do

(Italian leather)
Run up the
But no we play
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy'"
Niggas I'm on-call
the homie a K (My K)
Told 'em 'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em make em say, "Ayy"

Niggas love to
Rolls two-tone, black and grey
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy"
When you
They gone to separate
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy"