Luyện nghe bài hát Yep Dat's Me

Seem they be hating
June to January
Mad 'cause I'm and
Kissing on Halle

Yep me
(Yep)
I'm in that drop Flizziyy
(Fly)
So many wit guns
They I'm T.I.

What up
I'm in the club going with it
Champagne, we in the
Mixing strong it

And if you
And about your paper
yo hands
Don't to tell them haters

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me
Soulja Boy 'em
Yep me
Swish, swish, swish,

They be like, "Who is?"
Pulling up in new Bentley
You out, push your chest out
your hair while they staring
Say yep me, yep

Girl, you strutting flawless
red bottoms on
Just to let know you balling

(Ay)
Handle
(Ay)
That body got me say

up a minute
(Ay)
Ladies if your out getting paper
Do yourself a
Don't forget to all of them haters

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me
Soulja Boy 'em
Yep me
Swish, swish, swish,

Hey
(Hey Jamie)
You got your
Got Gucci
Got face
Got your

Make them out
your ass out
Put hands on your hips
Say yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me, yep
Yep me, yep
Yep me, yep

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me
Soulja Boy 'em
Yep that's me,

the king uncaged
As seen on the
as a blade
Set to blow with no

Kaboom you nigga
Pussy like a
When the boys
The syringe to 'em

And never seen
A so groomed
Fly as a
Higher the moon

ass nigga
Step make room
Care to hear the shit
I ever wrote tuned

Fresh out of prison curfew
Hit the roads like
See these niggas ain't
sweet as perfume
Flows hot like

But I'm as Janurary though
Foxx who the King?, shawty
(Dey know)

I hit ya town
"What it do, it is homes?"
me to something
I can spend a mil on

on point, no drink, no joint
Nigga say I'm
Working the pigs oink, oink

the game how it go
Never told on
Nigga think I did
you fin' to prolly

And my KT
Cap and Shotty
Who the gun man
automatic shawty?

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me, yep
(Ay)
Yep me, yep
(Ay)

Yep me
Soulja Boy, 'em
Yep me