Luyện nghe bài hát Yea Hoe

[Hook: Thug]
My lil' nigga popping at brain like yea hoe
My nigga we switch won't do no like hell no
Brand new Yeezy they kick you in your face you go
If you got pepper you better back up you ain't 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 muhfucker over and let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Ok I might pull out in a yea
I got to get my dough I my money yea
Looking at my chain white gold I'mma just call some
Never mind your bitch yea
She calling me
Swerve around that bitch she walking aye
Diamonds on my wrist clearer blue 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 bitch suck on the hit and I nut in your mother's
Me and Thugger do so well on earth we from outer space
Like boy you so bummy don't talk money we got the case

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

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