Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya Ya

Ah no the out
Somebody's about to get 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 make me
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty 'cause I'm out
I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud coming out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

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

I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it butter
Walk threw the club as be like what tha
Shorty throwing at me like he's a pitcher
on the weekend 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 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

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

Boy I guarantee I keep this thing tight
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 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 loud words coming out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

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

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

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

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

Front with me like you's a real
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that chicken trying 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 your
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Front with me like 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 '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