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 crank it

Got Cartier frames 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 money nigga, I 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

I never goin' broke no mo'
As long as my folk keep runners of that
They sell it on out then thay bring they mo'
And askin' "What I got that work fo'?"
(Got what?)

Got diamonds in my shades, the frames
look up at my face and tell 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 lime
Got a same color as a can of Sprite
Sippin' on on XO got me feelin' right

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

Got frames 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
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 hit these streets no mo'
15 ten 20 for a show
Notice I ain't out but fo' times 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 callin' me in Europe
Everyday I hustle diamonds up the wood

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

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

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 in between my tire
Knot in my pocket made at 3 grand
on my neck and a pistol in my hand
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 up the scale

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

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

herb 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 on Craiglist

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 heard what I
I'm gettin carpal tunnel while I'm countin' all bread

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in my tire
Knot in my made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a in my hand
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