Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya Ya

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

Front with me like you's a 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 '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

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

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

Front with me you's 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 'cause I'm out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Hey ladies, the word?
Some of these cats got a lot of
Trying to run game, but I'm to serve
Gotta have dough 'cause I love to splurge, and Fendi
Come me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the
And if you promise to 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 break the
What you did to get it, you to do to keep it

Front with me like you's a baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all '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 the brand new day
All my superstars out to play
To see the thug child around the way
This type of thig like everyday

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

Me I'm bucch of
Big heart but I some
But I'm trying to patch it up with a of hugs
For real, I just talking whatever mommy
We get together and make a bunch of us
And I know a of girls, create a bunch of fuss
Over young wiz but I'm at Niv holla

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

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

Front with me you's 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 'cause 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