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 in between my tire
Knot in my pocket made at 3 grand
on my neck 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 up the scale

Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma up the scale
Oh
(Oh yeah)
crank 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 askin' "What I got that fo'?"
(Got what?)

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

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

I been livin', my life pimpin'
Never catch me slippin', fuckin' wit' y'all
Scrapp' be chillin' I stay on my
It's a hard life we 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 and a pistol 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 up the scale
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma up the scale

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

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

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

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

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

(Slugged out grill)
They say hustle dat boy
(Worth a few mill')
He at the bar
(Tearin' up hundred bills)
That's his car parked by the front
(On big wheels)
He ain't been a punk

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

Smoke herb like a hippie, like a pirate
Wrist real crisp haters don't it
of all trades, got to get my chips
Manipulate ya broad, put ya on Craiglist

come 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 I said
I'm gettin carpal tunnel while I'm all this bread

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
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 like 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 crank up the