Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

I get one wit' you like tha otha blue
I could go
(Vertical)
And it

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon crank it

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

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

I ain't never broke no mo'
As long as my keep runners of that blow
They it on out then thay bring they back mo'
And askin' "What I got that work fo'?"
(Got what?)

Got diamonds in my shades, the frames
They look up at my face and tell woodgrain
And the ho's be 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 in the lime light
Got a same color as a can of Sprite
Sippin' on on that XO got me right

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

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
26 inches in my tire
Knot in my pocket at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my and a pistol in my hand
I'ma get money nigga, I grind hell
I'm short 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 gotta hit these no mo'
15 ten 20 for a show
Notice I ain't out but fo' e'ry week
20 time fo' week get G's

Cartier shades the gator cut wood
Prada footwear damn y'all do it
Livin' in Atlanta now callin' me in Europe
Everyday I hustle up against the wood

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

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

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 in between my tire
Knot in my pocket made at 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a in my hand
I'ma get money nigga, I grind 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

(Slugged out grill)
They say hustle 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 never been a

Bugga pusha fuck a state trooper
I'm livin' for the moment I livin' for the future
My dudes will bring it to ya, bring the noise a tuba
Crack ya peanut run up on ya with the Ruger

Smoke herb a hippie, drink like a pirate
Wrist real haters don't like it
Jack of all trades, got to get my
Manipulate ya broad, put ya on Craiglist

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

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in my tire
Knot in my pocket at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a in my hand
I'ma get money nigga, I grind 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