Luyện nghe bài hát Yea Hoe

[Hook: Thug]
My lil' nigga popping at your brain yea hoe
My nigga we switch do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in face you go
If you got pepper spray you better back up you a foe
I be the richest, I be the
I got an ole bad and she my mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to it
I want to bend that muhfucker and let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Ok I pull out in a 'Rarri yea
I got to get my I stack my money yea
Looking at my chain gold I'mma just call some names
Never mind your bitch yea
She keep me
Swerve that bitch while she walking aye
Diamonds on my wrist clearer than rain
Had to get up and go get it it was no way
Now a days me and my brother we hotter than summer
Told your suck on the hit and I nut in your mother's face
Me and Thugger do so well on earth cause we outer space
Like boy you so bummy don't talk money we got the case

[Hook: Young
My lil' popping at your brain like yea hoe
My nigga we won't do no same like hell no
new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in your face you go
If you got pepper spray you back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the
I got an ole bad and she my mrs
I to kiss it, I want to lick it
I want to bend that over and let's get it

2: Lil Uzi Vert]
You told me that bitch was cool, that was loose
Pull up in my Yeezy
Ya I don't follow no
Ya my car it don't got no
Ya hit her so she gon' [?]
Ya that lil' she not new
Ya Rick all on my shoes
Ya bitch [?]
Counting money, counting money, now I'm the man in my
Fuck with some Z's, fuck with me b, driving in a Bentley
Went to the hood, got a bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her
Uzi leave that bitch dripping
She mad at me out Remy
Smoking this gas, popping these Xans, ya you know I'm a lean
about money why is you talkin? I smack you right with my hand
Lil' Uzi cool a fan ya
My new she got a man ya
All these they my fans ya
Walking around all these bands ya