Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

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

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon crank it

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
26 inches in my tire
in my pocket made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my
get money nigga, I grind like hell
When I'm short on the G's, I'm a crank up the

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

I ain't goin' broke no mo'
As long as my folk runners of that blow
They sell it on out then thay bring they mo'
And everybody "What I got that work fo'?"
(Got what?)

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

Yeah, things 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', wit' y'all women
Scrapp' be chillin' I stay on my
It's a hard we livin' I stay wit' my .9

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
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)
I'ma up the scale
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma 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 fo' e'ry week get G's

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

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

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

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

(Slugged out grill)
They say that dat boy
(Worth a few mill')
He at the bar
(Tearin' up hundred bills)
his car parked by the front door
(On big wheels)
He ain't never been a

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

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

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

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 in between my tire
Knot in my pocket made at least 3
Diamonds on my neck and a 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)
crank up the scale
Oh
(Oh yeah)
crank up the scale