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 block and I'm so
My a butter; see Rem got a whole lot of game
But none of y'all lame dudes going to her
I'm on some chill shit, but if you then I will flip
I'll give it to a little chick quick
Oh you a real You ain't a bit real

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

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

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Oh god

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

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

Eyecandy of the month, god damn sick
She got a problem, I can her with that
Tell her man that fuckin' with crack
Bet he do nothin'
Frontin' like he gon' do
Quick to you that his whole crew stunting
Talk to me,

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