Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah Yeah

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You see the girl it popping like no other
Now they call me streets cause I, be on the and I'm so gutter
My a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
But none of y'all lame going to fuck her
I'm on some chill shit, but if you fronting then I will
I'll give it to a little chick real
Oh you a real bitch? You ain't a bit

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 none stop, mine paying ten mills
And when I'm not in the hood, I'm the hood
Smoke Vanilla Dutches and on Holly a wood
And if I, pollyin' the it's got to be good
I tell him I could change his life just like the lottery

And now I got him good, he me and he should
Some dudes go down but a lot of them would
I this nigga name, eat it out, he like to eat it out
I cooked in the crib and he still want to eat it out
Oh god its Remy
In a hot pink Porsche with the carpets

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Oh god

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

I'm in L.A. with plates fam
Still niggaz go against crack
But that's like?, against Shaq
And too much Diesel, I got too much people
Motherfuckers, you I'll leave you
And I ain't got to tell how sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now a testament
Or maybe at a lounge 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 won't do
Frontin' like he gon' do
to tell you that his whole crew stunting
Talk to me,

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