Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

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

Man, up
No
(No)

(Blow)
C'mon crank it

Got frames coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in my tire
Knot in my pocket at least 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 crank up the
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma up the scale

I ain't never goin' no mo'
As as my folk keep 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 frames
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 twinkle in the light bright
I don't I just twinkle in the lime light
Got a Chevy same as a can of Sprite
Sippin' on on XO got me feelin' right

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

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 in between my tire
in my pocket made at least 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 crank up the
Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma up the scale

I ain't gotta hit these 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 shades the gator cut wood
Prada footwear damn nigga do it
in Atlanta now they callin' me in Europe
Everyday I hustle up against the wood

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

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

Got Cartier coverin' up my eyes
26 inches in between my
Knot in my made at least 3 grand
Diamonds on my neck and a pistol in my
I'ma get money nigga, I 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)
crank up the scale

(Slugged out grill)
They say hustle 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 never been a punk

Bugga sugga pusha fuck a 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 crisp haters don't it
Jack of all trades, got to get my
Manipulate ya broad, put ya on Craiglist

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

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