Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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3 way
Quavo!

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

(huh-huh) Jumped off the
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay the torch
(huh) We did shit from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I don't a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an Uber
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 stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski start up
Stand on the and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the birds like Mighty
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley
what you talking we pulling up
Your face on the nigga pick 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 cold I got em' bout four
I need a bitch look like 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 door
My they on the same shit
Had to em' what that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a boy tell me something I don't know
It's a long road
I put in work but no cheat
Pen on like kinko
look back and won't sell my soul
Real never fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot it ain't cold
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a out his clothes
Don't like it then pay you owe
Bigger end at the shows
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't you a four
dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get from the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort
That what your boat
This No [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)