Luyện nghe bài hát Yeah Yeah Yeah

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

it

You see the girl get's it popping no other
Now they me streets cause I, be on the block and I'm so gutter
My flow a see Rem got a whole lot of game
But none of y'all lame dudes 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 bitch? You a bit real

You got little and your face looks 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 when I'm not in the hood, I'm the hood
Smoke Vanilla Dutches and stuff on a wood
And if I, the dick it's got to be good
I tell him I could change his just like the lottery could

And now I got him good, he believes me and he
Some dudes won't go down but a lot of them
I know 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 carpets

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

Oh god

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

I'm in L.A. with plates fam
Still niggaz go against crack
But that's like?, going against
And that's too Diesel, I got too much people
Motherfuckers, you I'll leave you
And I got to tell how many sets I trip
But you can find me on the woods now that's a
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 fuckin' crack
Bet he do nothin'
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 there
Nod your head to shit right here, that real Hip Hop right there
It's cook coke crack, TS, Mar
Album coming, summer's ours
story, BX Burough