Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
3 way
3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still having big
Phone tap running cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got baby powder
These niggas out here
80k perform for an
of played for the Dolphins
Should of played for the
saying it's a drought
Takeoff still pints
Still playing with oil
Still playing with that
Might me on the nawf
Still chopping it up Bo
I got out in Florida
bitches out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High no diploma
days on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch your approach you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas sticks
Mama didn't raise a
Now your always call my phone for motherfucking snow
I just met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo just pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters the coolants on the TECs
I don't no disrespect but I came for the checks
free'd the savage Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga them licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay with the
(huh) We did this shit from the
(huh) Niggas be thinking I'm touch
I'm with the shit I don't a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we her then call up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in that pussy like cutters
Get you some money then it up
Pull out stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the birds like Duck
Swerve on the in the Bentley truck
Fuck what you talking we up
Your face on the nigga pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm getting my own
I get your bitch and her
I'm the I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' four layers
I need a bitch that like Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice creams from
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
Nobody had to do a kick door
My niggas they on the shit
Had to tell em' what bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long
I put in work but no code
Pen on paper kinko
Never look and won't sell my soul
Real niggas never
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot it ain't cold
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck around and the pussy nigga nose
Strip a out his clothes
Don't like it pay what you owe
back end at the shows
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't you a four
Dope dressed up in saran it like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort
That what your boat
This No [?]
from the goats
(Takeoff!)