Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya Ya

Ah no the out
about to get their lights knocked out
A little for ya
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive, Miss

Front with me like a real baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty 'cause I'm out
I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

ATL them pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy we switched the cells
Under the so I can hardly tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, doing that
Big thangs the Cadillac

I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it like
Walk threw the nigga as be like what tha
Shorty throwing at me like he's a pitcher
Maybe on the or something I get witcha
We did the damn and you was all crazy
Now you to pull me up like I'm your lady

Front with me like you's a baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other trying to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
all salty 'cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Hey ladies, what's the
Some of these cats got a lot of
Trying to run game, but I'm to serve
Gotta dough 'cause I love to splurge, Gucci and Fendi
Come me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the
And if you to treat me right

Boy I guarantee I keep this thing locked
You thugged out a lot of loot
Sweetheart, I'm so of you
But I'm not going you the rules
you did to get it, you need to do to keep it

Front with me like a real baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
all salty 'cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Hey can you feel the new day
All my superstars came out to
To see the thug from around the way
This type of thig like everyday

I it real and intensive
Me no speak Ya,Ya 'cause my grill is
Don't mean to be
I know you probably run across a bunch of
disfunctioned tonges
All in your mug, talk a bunch umm
But me I just want love

Me I'm of thug
Big heart but I punctured
But I'm trying to patch it up with a of hugs
For real, I ain't just whatever mommy
We could get together and make a of us
And I know a bunch of girls, create a bunch of
Over wiz but I'm getting at Niv holla

brother me with your yada
I'm good with mama and she good with big papa
I'm hood and she real
ATL Shorty and New Orleans Don
Else is Ya,Ya,Ya

Front with me like a real baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
all salty 'cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Front with me like you's a real
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty I'm hanging out
I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya