Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

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

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon it c'mon

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
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 crank up the

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
sell it on out then thay bring they back mo'
And everybody "What I got that work fo'?"
(Got what?)

Got diamonds in my shades, the Cartier
They look up at my face and tell they
And the ho's be they be like, "Oh"
They can see it the bar see the way it glow

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

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

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
26 inches in between my
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
When I'm short on the G's, I'm a up the scale

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

I ain't gotta hit these 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
Prada footwear damn y'all do it
Livin' in Atlanta now callin' me in Europe
I hustle diamonds up against the wood

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

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

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
26 in between my tire
Knot in my made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a in my hand
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 crank up the

(Slugged out grill)
They say that dat boy
(Worth a few mill')
He at the bar
(Tearin' up dollar bills)
That's his car parked by the front
(On big wheels)
He ain't never a punk

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

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

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

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 in between 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
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)
crank up the scale