Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still having big
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
Plug got that powder
These niggas out sour
80k perform for an
Should of for the Dolphins
Should of played for the
Nigga it's a drought
Takeoff still pints
Still with that oil
Still playing with dope
Might catch me on the
Still chopping it up Bo
I got out in Florida
bitches out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone said she wanna give me
Cutting dope by Georgia
High no diploma
Remember days on the
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch approach when you pull up on the Chos
my niggas having sticks
Mama raise a bitch
Now bitch always call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga got 5 to the dope nigga
my nigga Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired 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
nigga hitting them licks
No 3
signed for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay the torch
(huh) We did shit from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be thinking I'm acting
I'm with the shit I give a fuck
Slaughter your get passed 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 pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some money then it up
Pull out that stick he hiccing up
You see the ski start up
Stand on the stage and it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the birds like Duck
on the curb in the Bentley truck
Fuck 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 bitch and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my cold I got em' bout four layers
I a bitch that look like Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice from Pharrell
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
answered had to do a kick door
My niggas they on the shit
Had to em' what that bando 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 I don't know
It's been a long
I put in work but no cheat
Pen on like kinko
Never look back and sell my soul
Real never fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot outside it cold
seen the draco and froze
Nigga acting I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a nigga out his
Don't like it pay what you owe
Bigger back end at the
for Telemundo
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 make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort
That what your boat
No Label [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)