Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

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

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon it c'mon

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
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 money nigga, I grind 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 up the scale

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

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

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

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

Got Cartier frames up my eyes
26 in between my tire
Knot in my pocket made at least 3
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 up the scale

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

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

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

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

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

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 on the G's, I'm a crank up the scale

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

(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

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

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

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

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