Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

I get one wit' you feels like tha blue
I go vertical
(Vertical)
And it

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon it c'mon

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in my tire
in my pocket made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my
I'ma get money nigga, I like hell
When I'm short on the G's, I'm a crank up the

Oh
(Oh yeah)
crank up the scale
Oh
(Oh yeah)
crank up the scale

I ain't goin' broke no mo'
As as my folk keep runners of that blow
They sell it on out thay bring they back mo'
And everybody askin' "What I got work fo'?"
(Got what?)

Got diamonds in my shades, the Cartier
They look up at my face and they woodgrain
And the be amazed they be like, "Oh"
They can see it from the bar see the way it

Yeah, things twinkle in the light bright
I don't know I just twinkle in the light
Got a Chevy same as a can of Sprite
on on that XO got me feelin' right

I been livin', my whole life
Never catch me slippin', fuckin' y'all women
be chillin' I stay on my grind
It's a hard life we I stay wit' my .9

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 in between my tire
Knot in my made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my
I'ma get money nigga, I grind like
When I'm on the G's, I'm a crank up the scale

Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma crank up the
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma crank up the

I ain't hit these streets no mo'
Crisp 15 ten 20 for a
Notice I ain't out but fo' e'ry week
20 time fo' week get G's

Cartier with the gator cut wood
footwear damn y'all nigga do it
Livin' in Atlanta now they me in Europe
I hustle diamonds up against the wood

Dope boy fresh in Red Monkey clothes
Gotta fresh for you red monkey ho's
26 inches tall like whoa
(Like whoa)

the camera man I'm a Goddamn show
Shower cap and all bitch you know
around with dope, squeeze the money out a ho
I'ma get money nigga yeah I grind hell
Rubberband my money like a Goddamn playa

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my
in my pocket made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my and a pistol in my hand
I'ma get money nigga, I grind like
When I'm short on the G's, I'm a up the scale

Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma crank up the
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma crank up the

(Slugged out grill)
They say that dat boy
(Worth a few mill')
He at the bar
(Tearin' up dollar bills)
his car parked by the front door
(On big wheels)
He ain't been a punk

sugga pusha fuck a state trooper
I'm for the moment I ain't livin' for the future
My dudes will bring it to ya, bring the noise like a
Crack ya shell run up on ya with the Ruger

herb like a hippie, drink like a pirate
Wrist real crisp haters like it
of all trades, got to get my chips
Manipulate ya broad, put ya chick on

Traffic in and out, got work when it's a drought
Don't take the street, take the under route
Sucka use yo' head, dummy you what I said
I'm gettin carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all this

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in my tire
in my pocket made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my
get money nigga, I grind like hell
When I'm on the G's, I'm a crank up the scale

Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma up the scale
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma up the scale