Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah Yeah

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You see the girl get's it popping no other
Now they call me streets 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 lame dudes to fuck her
I'm on chill shit, but if you fronting then I will flip
I'll give it to a little real quick
Oh you a bitch? You ain't a bit real

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

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

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Oh god

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

I'm in L.A. with Atlanta fam
Still niggaz wanna go against
But that's like?, going Shaq
And that's too much Diesel, I got too much
Motherfuckers, you crazy leave you
And I ain't got to tell how many I trip
But you can me on the woods now that's 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 with
Tell her man that fuckin' with crack
Bet he do nothin'
like he gon' do somethin'
Quick to tell you that his whole crew
Talk to me,

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yeah yeah yeah yeah
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Yeah, feel right there
Nod your head to this shit right here, real Hip Hop right there
It's cook coke crack, TS, Mar
Album coming, summer's ours
story, BX Burough