Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

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

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon crank it

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in my tire
Knot in my pocket made at 3 grand
Diamonds on my and a pistol 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)
I'ma up the scale
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma crank up the

I ain't goin' 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 frames
They look up at my face and they woodgrain
And the ho's be they be like, "Oh"
They can see it from the bar see the way it

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

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

Got Cartier 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
When I'm short on the G's, I'm a up the scale

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

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

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

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

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my
in my pocket made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a in my hand
I'ma get 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

(Slugged out grill)
say hustle 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

Bugga sugga pusha a state trooper
I'm livin' for the moment I ain't livin' for the
My dudes will bring it to ya, 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 haters don't like it
of all trades, got to get my chips
Manipulate ya broad, put ya chick on

come in and out, got work when it's a drought
Don't take the main street, take the under
use yo' head, dummy you heard 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 made at least 3 grand
on my neck and a pistol in my hand
I'ma get money nigga, I grind hell
When I'm on the G's, I'm a crank up the scale

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