Luyện nghe bài hát Yea Hoe

[Hook: Thug]
My lil' nigga at your brain like yea hoe
My we switch 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 better 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 that muhfucker and let's get it

[Verse 1: Lil Uzi
Ok I might pull out in a 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 salty yea
She calling me
Swerve around bitch while 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 bitch suck on the hit and I nut in your mother's face
Me and Thugger do so well on earth cause we from space
Like boy you so don't talk about money we got the case

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

2: Lil Uzi Vert]
You told me that bitch was cool, bitch was loose
Pull up in my Yeezy
Ya I don't no rules
Ya my car it got no roof
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, with me b, driving around in a Bentley
Went to the hood, got a bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her
Lil' Uzi leave that bitch
She mad at me out Remy
Smoking this gas, popping these Xans, ya you know I'm a lean
Ain't about money why is you talkin? I smack you right with my
Lil' Uzi cool a fan ya
My new she got a man ya
All these hoes my fans ya
Walking around with all bands ya