Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
3 way
3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still big straps
Phone tap running laps the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that baby
These niggas out sour
80k perform for an
Should of played for the
Should of played for the
Nigga saying a drought
Takeoff still pints
playing with that oil
Still playing that dope
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
dope by Georgia dome
High no diploma
Remember days on the
Now I'm a coach
Better watch approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas sticks
Mama didn't raise a
Now your bitch always call my phone for snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the figure
Old might just pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the nigga
my nigga Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I mean no disrespect but I came for the checks
They the savage Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
Young hitting them licks
No 3
signed for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) Stay with the
(huh) We did this shit from the
(huh) be thinking I'm acting touch
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 that pot do an
Get in that pussy like cutters
Get you some money live it up
Pull out that stick he start 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 Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley
Fuck what you talking we up
Your face on the ground nigga it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm getting my own
I get your and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' four layers
I need a that look like Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice creams from
I'm a

in the game
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 a long road
I put in work but no cheat
Pen on paper kinko
Never look back and won't sell my
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
a nigga 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 send you a four
Dope dressed up in it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags make you choke
If you pour up, or snort coke
That float your boat
This No [?]
from the goats
(Takeoff!)