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 crank it

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
26 in between my tire
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
I'm short 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

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

Got diamonds in my shades, the Cartier
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 things in the light bright
I don't know I twinkle in the lime light
Got a Chevy same color as a can of
Sippin' on on that XO got me feelin'

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

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

I ain't gotta hit these no mo'
15 ten 20 for a show
Notice I out but fo' times e'ry week
20 time fo' e'ry get G's

Cartier shades with the gator cut
Prada footwear damn nigga do it
Livin' in Atlanta now they me in Europe
Everyday I diamonds up against the wood

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

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

Got Cartier frames coverin' up my
26 inches in my tire
Knot in my pocket made at least 3
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my
I'ma get money nigga, I grind like
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 crank up the

(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 been a punk

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

Smoke herb a hippie, drink like a pirate
Wrist real crisp 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
take the main street, take the under route
Sucka use yo' head, you heard what I said
I'm gettin tunnel while I'm countin' all this bread

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

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