Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah

[Intro: Mane]
Aye, [?]
(Gucci)
Eskimo shit,
Genius, Wop
It's
Shoutout my partner
shit, nigga
What, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah,

[Verse 1: Mane]
Give 'em
Got lil baby the Chi, she be Chanel
[?] flow, I swear she rock solid tips (brr brr)
Said she fuck with Z Money, he signed his (Z Money, it's Guwop)
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
Oh
They call me Guwop, I got so clientele (skr skr)
Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I'm the (EA)
I signed Pablo, he me, Go get Mal and Quill (Blo, Mal)
'Cause we so (Quill, Wop)
Yeah, fuck 12, I'm a Eskimo (brr brr)
Can't sign no snitch ass nigga, that would my rep (no)
out he pussy, told him keep the cash and dip

[Chorus: Mane & Yung Mal]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Real only, y'all niggas, y'all some hoes
Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we (1017 shit)
Yeah, they didn't that we used to be poor
Yeah, drippin' designer, ooh, my head to my toe
on your ho, go get the dough (go get it)
Then I go get me some mo' (I it)
Used to trap dope at the (I used to)
Ooh, whippin' the
Yeah, Dolce Gabana (dingy)
I'm ballin' like Gucci the (I'm ballin')
on these niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach)
Yeah, nigga like Lil Boat (rich nigga)
Water on my the coast (water)
Look in my eyes and they say don't (look at me, nigga)
Cookin' the chickens on the pot like (boom)
All my hundreds blue like my Locs (blue hundreds)
All my bitches bad, do the most (she bad)
I be tags to jump in the Ghost
Gotta watch your swag, they takin' notes
bitches like the jewellery, make 'em vote

[Chorus: Gucci & Yung Mal]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

[Verse 3: Mal]
Iceberg,
I see you hang over here
Hatin' nigga (pussy), that chopper hit your ass from over
All these on my dick 'cause I signed me a deal
Better to Big Wop if you want you a mil'
Bust on my left wrist, I should've bought a crib (ice)
The pack touched down, that's a football field
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Pocket full of blue hundreds, need a wheelchair
We ain't had shit, we were on some welfare
Now we up, bitch, we got racks tucked
Wifey made it, crystal clear, yeah
Got so cash, this shit not fair
I fucked the once, but I ain't bought no hair
We can take a trip, fly on the [?]
Hop out the and I'm fresh in Moncler
Yeah, ride the stick on the front door
Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain't done yet
Try to for my shit, wouldn't dare
Can't show no to no nigga, wouldn't dare
All the goin' in and out one ear
They broke, I care

Gucci Mane & Yung Mal]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,