Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still big straps
Phone tap running laps the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got baby powder
These out here sour
80k for an hour
Should of played for the
Should of for the Saints
Nigga saying a drought
Takeoff having pints
Still with that oil
Still playing with that
Might catch me on the
chopping it up with Bo
I got bitches out in
bitches out in Georgia
New hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by Georgia
school no diploma
Remember days on the
Now I'm quarterback a
Better your approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas having
Mama didn't raise a
Now your always call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just a door nigga
my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got hired shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no disrespect but I came for the
free'd the savage Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
nigga hitting them licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) Jumped off the
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) with the torch
(huh) We did this shit from the
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting that pot do an
Get in that pussy cootie cutters
Get you some then live it up
Pull out stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the stage and it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the like Mighty Duck
on the curb in the Bentley truck
Fuck what you we pulling up
Your face on the ground pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm my own paper
I get your and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout four
I need a that look like Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice from Pharrell
I'm a

Came in the
at the door
Nobody answered had to do a door
My they on the same shit
Had to tell em' that bando was for
I know that we not Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me I don't know
been a long road
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on paper like
Never back and won't sell my soul
Real niggas fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot outside it ain't
Nigga seen the draco and
Nigga acting I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
a nigga out his clothes
Don't like it then pay you owe
Bigger back end at the
for Telemundo
I got the Act in the bag now
But I send you a four
Dope dressed up in it look like the pope
And get from the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or coke
That what your boat
This No [?]
from the goats
(Takeoff!)