Luyện nghe bài hát Ya Ya Ya

Ah no the out
Somebody's to get their lights knocked out
A opera for ya
Capricorn, Cash Money, Nivea, Jive, Nivea

Front with me like you's a baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
all salty 'cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

ATL where pimps, ballers and the hustlers swell
I met a fly guy we switched the cells
Under the influence so I can tell
If he was the one for me
Popy doing this, doing that
Big thangs the Cadillac

I'm tight, thoroughbred, spread it butter
Walk threw the nigga as be like what tha
Shorty throwing money at me he's a pitcher
Maybe on the weekend or I get witcha
We did the thang and you was all crazy
Now you want to pull me up like I'm your

Front with me like you's a real
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty 'cause I'm out
I be like Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them words coming out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Hey ladies, the word?
of these cats got a lot of nerve
Trying to run game, but I'm about to
Gotta have 'cause I love to splurge, Gucci and Fendi
scoop me up on your motorcycle
Once we get alone then you can rock the
And if you promise to me right

Boy I guarantee I keep this thing tight
You thugged out a lot of loot
Sweetheart, I'm so of you
But I'm not going you the rules
What you did to get it, you need to do to it

Front with me like you's a real
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
that other chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
all salty 'cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them words coming out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Hey can you feel the new day
All my superstars came out to
To see the child from around the way
type of thig happens like everyday

I keep it real and
Me no speak Ya,Ya 'cause my is expensive
Don't to be offensive
I know you probably run across a bunch of
With tonges
All in mug, talk a whole bunch umm
But me I just your love

Me I'm bucch of
Big heart but I punctured
But I'm trying to patch it up with a of hugs
For real, I ain't just whatever mommy
We get together and make a bunch of us
And I know a bunch of girls, a bunch of fuss
Over young wiz but I'm getting at Niv

brother me with your yada
I'm good with little mama and she with big papa
I'm hood and she real
ATL Shorty and New Don Dada
Anything is Ya,Ya,Ya

Front with me like a real baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that chicken trying to make me jealous
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
Getting all salty 'cause I'm out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them words coming out your mouth
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya

Front with me you's a real baller
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
With that other chicken trying to make me
And I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
all salty 'cause I'm hanging out
Girl I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya
All them loud words coming out your
Boy I be Yeah, Ya,Ya,Ya