Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah Yeah

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You see the girl get's it popping no other
Now call me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
My flow a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of
But none of y'all dudes going to fuck her
I'm on chill shit, but if you fronting then I will flip
give it to a little chick real quick
Oh you a real You ain't a bit real

You got little tits and your face looks like em till
First I'm a get it hot, I'm a get a deal
My budget none stop, mine paying ten
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm the hood
Smoke Vanilla and stuff on Holly a wood
And if I, pollyin' the dick got to be good
I tell him I could change his life just the lottery could

And now I got him good, he me and he should
dudes won't go down but a lot of them would
I this nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out
I just in the crib and he still want to eat it out
Oh god its Remy
In a hot pink Porsche with the purple

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Oh god

Hot enough swinging crack, who could believe in the cockpit
Overseas moving key's a locksmith
Rocks from wit in the sits of neck
All I do is warn that's the big boy jet
Uh, you never rocked with the R in
I up a bad bitch in a Marcielago
I got cribs better estates man

I'm in L.A. with Atlanta fam
niggaz wanna go against crack
But that's like?, going against
And too much Diesel, I got too much people
Motherfuckers, you I'll leave you
And I ain't got to tell how many sets I
But you can find me on the woods now a testament
Or at a lounge with an extra bitch

of the month, god damn she's sick
She got a problem, I can help her that
Tell her man that she's with crack
Bet he won't do
like he gon' do somethin'
Quick to tell you his whole crew stunting
Talk to me,

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, feel that right
Nod head to this shit right here, that real Hip Hop right there
It's coke crack, TS, Remy Mar
Album coming, summer's ours
True story, BX