Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya Ya

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

with me like you's 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
Getting all salty I'm hanging out
I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

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

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

Front me like you's 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 out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

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

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

Front with me you's a real baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other 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 out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Hey can you the brand new day
All my superstars out to play
To see the thug child from the way
This type of thig happens like

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

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

Don't brother me with yada
I'm good with little mama and she good big papa
I'm hood and she real
ATL Shorty and New Don Dada
Anything is Ya,Ya,Ya

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