Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya

[Intro: Homie Quan]
Wooh!
Lucci me
with me
Yeaah!
Ay man, we some young fly homies, ya dig that?
I'mma go get me a new chain, feel me, and say that

[Hook: Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga momma got a nigga feelin' like
Yeah yea
Offset rips on all my got me ridin' like
yeah yea
Two-seater, is yo' baby momma with me
up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas servin'
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you I'm ridin' dirty
Put the G Ali in the H-O-V be doin' no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin'

[Verse 1: Rich Quan & YFN Lucci]
I get that money for sure, money up in the house off the shore
I was in Houston with lil' Rob
all the strippin', before the galore
Before the I had millions and more
the tour I had been ran it up
Shakin' and shiverin' when I to court
Take it or it but I want it all (I want it all)
I'mma take it all, she know I'm gon' do it (I it all)
Tryna get me a hundred million before I go (I it all)
Yeah I it all
homie baby!
Hold up, wait, it, hey!
I want it all I never had it
Never had nothin' do no braggin'
Steal me one time wrap him up and (?)
Then hold him for ransom, hold him for
I with Philly but I am the answer
Just in first class boy I'm bananas
Ooh, ooh, yea
(Ay tell 'em what you got on you)

[Hook: Rich Homie & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in pockets got a fuck nigga lookin' like
Yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga momma got a nigga feelin' like
Yeah yea
rips on all my wood got me ridin' like
Yeah yea
Two-seater, is yo' baby momma with me
Pull up on the block, go check the trap my young niggas servin'
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you I'm ridin' dirty
Put the G-L-E in the can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin'

2: YFN Lucci]
I put bricks in the back
I get 'em goin' a fact
They know that I'm
I sip on some Act
When I pull up say no he can go back
You know I pay cash, you I got 2 on the dash
You all these fuck niggas mad
You know I don't wanna nothin' 'bout the shit that you had
And I don't wanna speak on the past, bitch you sleep in my pad
All of ice on me, all of this ice on me bitch let's go eat us some karats
All of this money bring so many problems and I need no bitch naggin'
And all of this money, man all of these
All problems we gon' be revolvin', and if we we gon' solve the problems
And I don't really be
The time to cap, I'm 'bout to ask ya
When I pull up gon' know ain't no askin'
Pour up a then we go and get active
It 4 in the mornin', I'm up and I'm
get full off them muthafuckin' karats
I have it I'm a muthafuckin' savage
yea

[Hook: Homie Quan & YFN Lucci]
Money stuffed in these pockets got a fuck nigga lookin'
yeah yea
Pull up on a fuck nigga baby momma got a feelin' like
yeah yea
Offset rips on all my wood got me ridin'
Yeah yea
Two-seater, is that yo' baby with me
Pull up on the block, gotta go check the trap my young niggas
Totin' on me and the juice on me, man you know I'm dirty
Put the G-L-E in the can't be doin' no swervin'
Yeah can't be doin' no swervin'