Luyện nghe bài hát Yea Hoe

[Hook: Thug]
My lil' popping at your brain like yea hoe
My nigga we switch do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they kick you in face you go
If you got pepper spray you back up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the
I got an ole bad and she my mrs
I want to it, I want to lick it
I to bend that muhfucker over and let's get it

1: Lil Uzi Vert]
Ok I might out in a 'Rarri yea
I got to get my dough I stack my yea
Looking at my chain white gold I'mma just call some
Never your bitch salty yea
She keep me
Swerve around bitch while she walking aye
Diamonds on my wrist clearer than rain
Had to get up and go get it it was no way
Now a days me and my brother we hotter summer days
Told your suck on the hit and I nut in your mother's face
Me and Thugger do so well on earth we from outer space
boy you so bummy don't talk about money we got the case

[Hook: Young
My lil' popping at your brain like yea hoe
My nigga we switch do no same like hell no
Brand new Yeezy Boosts they you in your face you go
If you got pepper spray you better up you ain't a foe
I be the richest, I be the
I got an ole bad and she my mrs
I want to kiss it, I want to it
I want to bend muhfucker over and let's get it

2: Lil Uzi Vert]
You me that bitch was cool, that bitch was loose
up in my Yeezy Boosts
Ya I don't no rules
Ya my car it got no roof
Ya hit her so she gon' [?]
Ya lil' bitch she not new
Ya Owens all on my shoes
Ya your [?]
money, counting money, now I'm the man in my city
Fuck with some Z's, fuck with me b, around in a Bentley
to the hood, got a lil' bitch, bet you Lil' Uzi gon' hit her
Lil' Uzi leave bitch dripping
She mad at me out Remy
Smoking this gas, popping these Xans, ya you know I'm a sipper
Ain't about money why is you talkin? I smack you right with my
Lil' Uzi like a fan ya
My new she got a man ya
All these they my fans ya
Walking around all these bands ya