Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

I get one you feels like tha otha blue
I could go
(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 made at 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 up the scale

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

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

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

I been livin', my whole life
catch me slippin', fuckin' wit' y'all women
Scrapp' be chillin' I stay on my
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 made at least 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)
crank up the scale

I gotta hit these streets 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 with the cut wood
footwear damn y'all nigga do it
Livin' in now they callin' me in Europe
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 man I'm a Goddamn show
cap and all bitch you already know
Fuck around with dope, the money out a ho
I'ma get money nigga I grind like hell
Rubberband around my money like a playa

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
get money nigga, I grind like hell
When I'm short on the G's, I'm a up the scale

Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma crank up the
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 hundred bills)
That's his car by the front door
(On big wheels)
He never been a punk

Bugga sugga pusha fuck a state
I'm livin' for the moment I ain't 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
real crisp haters don't like it
Jack of all trades, got to get my
ya broad, put ya chick on Craiglist

Traffic 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 heard what I
I'm gettin tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread

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 money nigga, I grind hell
When I'm short on the G's, I'm a up the scale

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