Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
got that baby powder
These niggas out sour
80k perform for an
Should of played for the
of played for the Saints
Nigga saying it's a
Takeoff still having
playing with that oil
Still playing with that
Might catch me on the
Still chopping it up Bo
I got bitches out in
Having out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High school no
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch your approach you pull up on the Chos
my niggas having sticks
Mama didn't a bitch
Now your bitch always my phone for motherfucking snow
I just met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door
Free my nigga got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my nigga got 15 to the net
Now I got hired shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no but I came for the checks
They free'd the Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting them
No 3
Independent signed for

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay with the
(huh) We did shit from the nawf
(huh) be thinking I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my we fuck her then call up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some money then it up
Pull out that stick he hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the stage and it up
Fucking your hoe you wife her up
I got the birds like Duck
Swerve on the curb in the truck
what you talking we pulling up
Your face on the ground 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
got my body cold I got em' bout four layers
I need a bitch that like Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams from
I'm a

Came in the
Knock at the
answered had to do a kick door
My they on the same shit
Had to tell em' what that was for
I know that we not from Atlanta what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I know
It's been a road
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on paper kinko
Never look back and 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 bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the nigga nose
Strip a nigga out his
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 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!)