Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Yeah

I get one wit' you 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 inches in between my
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
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

I ain't never goin' no mo'
As long as my folk keep runners of that
They sell it on out then thay bring back mo'
And everybody askin' "What I got work fo'?"
(Got what?)

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

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

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

Got Cartier frames up my eyes
26 in between my tire
Knot in my pocket made at 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 up the scale

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

I gotta hit these streets no mo'
Crisp 15 ten 20 for a
Notice I out but fo' times e'ry week
20 time fo' e'ry get G's

Cartier with the gator cut wood
Prada damn y'all nigga do it
in Atlanta now they callin' 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 like
(Like whoa)

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

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

Oh
(Oh yeah)
I'ma crank up the
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 hundred bills)
his car parked by the front door
(On big wheels)
He ain't been a punk

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

Smoke herb like a hippie, like a pirate
Wrist real crisp haters like it
of all trades, got to get my chips
Manipulate ya broad, put ya chick on

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

Got Cartier frames 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 money nigga, I 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)
crank up the scale