Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

I get one wit' you feels like tha otha
I could go
(Vertical)
And it

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon it c'mon

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my
Knot in my pocket made at 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my
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)
crank up the scale

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

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

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

I been livin', my whole pimpin'
catch me slippin', fuckin' wit' y'all women
Scrapp' be chillin' I on my grind
a hard life we livin' I stay wit' my .9

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my
Knot in my pocket made at least 3
Diamonds on my 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 crank up the

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' times week
20 time fo' week get G's

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

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

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

Got Cartier frames up my eyes
26 inches in my tire
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
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

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

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

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

Traffic come in and out, got work 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 frames 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
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)
crank up the scale