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 time it is
YG, up?
Big Bern, Mozzy, to 'em

Twenty in the trunk of the low
trip tryna fuck with them hoes
On the corner, sellin' but dope
Love life, we struggling though
Sentimental, it counted a fold
You ain't ever gave me to hold
Freight trailer, fuck up the road
Quarter milli, you done it before
Big Cuban link, hugging it
Bernie nigga a hunnid for sure
Every debit a hunnid or more
a hunnid k in-front of the stove
Count up the and go
Another flight, like 30 or 'sum
Chain like a birdie or 'sum
Cali nigga, they murder for nothing

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

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"
Told 'em em say, "Ayy"
love to hate
Rolls Royce two-tone, and grey
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy"
When you
They start to separate
'em say, "Uh"
'em say, "Ayy"

They love me
The money come and fuck a mill
I build and playin' with my chicken shit,
I kill
frozen work
We let the spill
My baby the drill,
She say she hate the way the rubber
I'm
The of the crowd, it give me chills
And real

I used to rob and steal before the vacuum
Twenty grand inside the candle, yeah
I'm K9, all through the airport
Flood Atlanta, hit with a Box
With my O.T knock, I'm just he didn't toss her
We different
Mozzy with me got the two em
Hot shells, blood spillin' out new denim
I'm to be low-key, with all these jewels drippin'
My crib mani-huh, we got a few stools
I'm on a it keep pullin' me back
Yeah, I'm married to the
And fell in love 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 love to
Royce two-tone,
Black and
'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 sippin' on tonic,
We smokin' chronic
They I'm iconic,
It's of ironic
I'm runnin' this, this
We havin' fun in bitch
Livin' my life, motherfuck that I'm
Now they the name,
But just
I keep it G, I'm a good person
my everything,
Up in verses
Smokin' Goldilocks,
When it
Bob feelin' it,
Berner be it
We feelin' crazy, we
Brazy, we feelin'
Run up in it, get up in it
And make it look
I'm gonna a shoe
than the Yeezy
Feelin' my own
Ain't nothin' I won't 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 to hate
Royce two-tone, black and grey
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy"
When you
They gone start to
'em say, "Uh-uh"
'em say, "Ayy"