Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still big straps
Phone tap laps cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
got that baby powder
These niggas out sour
80k for an hour
Should of played for the
Should of for the Saints
Nigga saying it's a
Takeoff still having
Still playing with oil
Still playing with dope
Might catch me on the
Still it up with Bo
I got out in Florida
bitches out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone said she wanna me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High no diploma
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch your approach you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas sticks
Mama raise a bitch
Now your bitch call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the four
Old Quavo might pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my nigga got 15 to the net
Now I got some shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I don't no disrespect but I came for the checks
They free'd the Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting licks
No 3
Independent signed for

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) with the torch
(huh) We did this shit from the
(huh) be thinking I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I don't a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get to my partner 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 that pussy like cootie
Get you some money then it up
Pull out that he start hiccing up
You see the ski start up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the birds Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the truck
Fuck what you talking we up
Your face on the ground nigga it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm my own paper
I get bitch and slay her
I'm the I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body I got em' bout four layers
I need a bitch that look Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice from Pharrell
I'm a

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