Luyện nghe bài hát Photoshoot

Shut the block down, a CPU
Flyin on 20 windows tinted we see you
Thats the drop do it make the hoes flock bitch
I threw a concert on the block and call it (billin/buildin?)
in the ceilin, stashed in the buildin
Poppin penicillin, damn i'm hurtin niggas
soulja boy the truth, real pimpin'
I spit real ish, def'ly not
slippin out my hand call it cash friction
Call me DJ Khaled, bitch
My bracelet got a headache, watch in a
That froze, it ain't tickin bout 2 summers
Now lemme do numbers, lemme make
A bet a mil I can make yo get wit me
Lyrics off the chain everytime I hit a
These dead, (get this boy a ----?)

Mirror mirror on the wall (boy what it do?)
Who the balla of them all (Soulja you the truth)
Every i step in the mall (it's a photo shoot)
Girl get yo camera phone, funna be a photo shoot

It's a photo (ay) (x8)

(ay) girl takin
whole clique tipsy, like we sippin
Chain got disease, I even see
Hop out the chevy cameras ready and blindin me
I'm invisible, plain
And the only student more money than the principal
Teachers gettin mad (why?) cuz i made it
a teacher plan (?) I got a hundred grand
I got a hundred goons, all of em comin
Broad day light get yo ass in the
I roll wit money gang SOD squad
Yeah i'm rich but yo ass can get robbed
I got no black but I got a black jag
Flyin down 285 wit no tag
Run em, get em, got em, em, boy what it do
Fans rushin to the soulja for the photo

Mirror mirror mirror on the (boy what it do?)
Who the biggest of them all (Soulja you the truth)
Every time i step in the (it's a photo shoot)
Girl get yo camera phone, it's funna be a photo

It's a photo (ay) (x8)

I'm a super stunna, stuck up cuz really rude
(?) Jeans, collared wit the polo dude
Trunk beatin hard time my car start
diamonds in my chain stanky like a fart (stanky!)
photo shoot everywhere boy go
green light flashin light boy go
Chain got the flu, got a cold
Earrings got pneumonia (achoo!) got my body (i'm sick!)
I got a runny nose, temperature zero
so icey icey jewelry what can these do to me?
Nothin, zip, nathin' not a thang
this is a photo shoot, my -- chain blang
me do my damn thang shout out to my lamborghini
shout out shout out go to all my niggas in the mane
and why I know they good mane I'm tellin you the block
Escalade on 26, candy burnt orange

mirror mirror on the wall (boy what it do?)
Who the balla of them all (Soulja you the truth)
time i step in the mall (it's a photo shoot)
Girl get yo camera phone, funna be a photo shoot

It's a photo (ay) (x8)