Luyện nghe bài hát Yae Yo

We doing this baby, oh
What the fuck
Nah man, nah, nah this I'm a do
I'm a get on the phone one
Stupid, yo, aiyyo,

Why this shit cooking up right
Papi me this is solid white
Fuck it wrap it up take it back up, in all it's a play out
Tired of money, might get them niggaz laid out
Yo, yo Fernando sent me yo, acting hostile yo
And yo don't that shit at me
Bad enough I gotta in the crib
Wid Spanish using languages and shit

I'm feeling a dick, left the crib with my hand brolic
This is some bullshit, might get knocked take the wrist
Yo Fernando what
Shit up backwards, light up a backwood
Don't make me backtrack, it dime it the llelo lay low
Saying in my mind, fuck that gotta pay off
Cash rules the woo chant it
Yo Louis this ain't our product, this is family

Oh y'all wanna me like a smoker
Coming out my ice choker, my man in the back colder
Papi yo why wanna jucks me
Yo listen B we got the best since '83
Fuck it, out the pot let's cook it, light the stove up
Julie go to the get some flour, sat back burning a big dutch
the crisp eighteen shot glock, stashed in my nuts
Poured it in the Pyrex sizzling, now it drizzling

Rainy day murder won't miss him
Still I'm yelling this shit is business, but they still gonna violate
What I stand for with drizzers
He took it off the run the water
to work me yo, knew I shouldn't a hit the nigga's daughter
He might showed love
Than in the freeze, broke the ice down, pour it in
We both looking at it on the twirl around grew

Fly Khaluas is mad coronas through
Feeling like Castro's cousin, gave them all of my life
All of my paper all my judgment, it only like an ounce worth
Should I just come out my shirt, go berserk and let the burst
Skate off in the Bronx, same shit, Gotti was on
Shallah they get your's play it calm
Seventeen five was the total the five
Hundred for the cab driver that was