Luyện nghe bài hát Scream And Shout

It's like shit is coming from the motherfuckin' heavens
It's a new day
Get or lay down
Ay yo, the fuck up
Ay yo, fuck
I see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka,
And they call me Diddy

Where 1 Oak at? Darby at?
If you at Greystone your drink on, tell 'em to run this back
Put hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You up and I'mma bring the action

you hear this in the club
You're gonna it up (turn up bitch)
gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna it up (turn up bitch)
When we up in the
All on us (turn up bitch)
All on us (turn up)
All on us (let's rock)
See the boys in the
watching us
They watching us (you us)
They us
Everybody in the
All on us
All on us (you watching us)
All on us

I wanna and shout, and let it all out
And and shout, and let it out
We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
I scream and shout, and let it all out
And and shout, and let it out
We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
You are now, now with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)

rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my shit I go
Whole world bang this song it's cold
Ah, shit, I think girl ready to go off
But she want a photo, so I took a
Yeah, I took a picture with a IAm Sosho
Yeah, you got a cold chick, but I got a ho
But she don't really know shit, so I gotta the ho
your paper, yeah I'm stackin' paper
Money to the ceiling, now I a skyscraper
You are now, now with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)
Waka Flocka Flame, Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy, bitch

When you hear this in the
Just put your up
Just put hands up
Just put hands up
When we up in the

I said put your hands up
Turn the fuck up motherfuckin' now

Oh, it's to party
Oh, time to party
Smokin', drinkin', no out
YOLO, I'mma it out
We party hard, we it out
Disrespect me, him out
a smile, Pacquiao
Fuck the VIP, I'm in the
Me and Britney, we wild
Waka Flame, you know my style
This little like 40 thou'
All on me, thugged out
Pop a bean, the old me
Molly's here, we don't fight
My buzz big, like
You ain't real, shorty, you can't here
Friends, fans and here
Outfit real, live with no
the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a flip
Girl, drop it low, that
My wrists rocky like
a G mix and I laced that, Flocka!

When you this in the club
You're gonna it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna it up (turn up bitch)
You're gonna it up (turn up bitch)
we up in the club
All on us
All on us
All on us

I wanna and shout, and let it all out
And and shout, and let it out
We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
You are now, now with
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)

Hi! I'm Tunechi, I the girls my room key
can't buy you love, so I don't pay for no pussy
I pay these haters no mind, so fuckin' call me cheap
I grab life by the horns, and bitch went "beep-beep"
I right now I feel like 'Pac, 'cause all eyes on me
And I don't to throw no salt but these niggas small fries to me
And my bitch bad Britney, but I wish I had Britney
She remind me of my jeep, but I got a bad
And I'm feelin' good, I'm lookin' good, I'm smokin' good, I'm
These hoes think they classy? that's the class I'm skippin'
Got a party in my bedroom, that's a party she missin'
I brought her by Will.i.am, but she callin' him William
God can judge me, case closed
I got more hoes Drake shows
I got this shit on lock, no escape
And I'll make that scream, and shout, and let it all out
I'll put it in her like a fuckin' doghouse, Tunechi!

and shout, and let it all out (yeah, yeah)
And and shout, and let it out (yeah)
We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
I scream and shout, and let it all out
And and shout, and let it out
We saying, "oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh"
You are now, now rocking
Will.I.Am and (Britney bitch)

go, this is the remix
This is a black man remix
This is the
is a super black man remix
This is a super man remix

And call me Diddy bitch

Scream and
And turn them all out