Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
3 way
3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still big straps
tap running laps cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that powder
These niggas out here
80k for an hour
Should of for the Dolphins
Should of for the Saints
Nigga it's a drought
Takeoff still having
playing with that 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 she wanna give me dome
dope by Georgia dome
High no diploma
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch your approach when you pull up on the
Yeah my niggas having
Mama didn't raise a
Now bitch always call my phone for motherfucking 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 got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got hired shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no disrespect but I came for the
They free'd the Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting them
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(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 don't a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in pussy like cootie cutters
Get you money then live it up
Pull out that stick he hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe you wife her up
I got the birds Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the truck
Fuck you talking we pulling up
Your face on the nigga 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
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout layers
I need a that look like Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice from Pharrell
I'm a

Came in the
at the door
Nobody answered had to do a kick
My niggas they on the shit
Had to tell em' what bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and for
And been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long
I put in work but no cheat
Pen on paper kinko
Never look and won't sell my soul
Real never fold
Say you a but you told
It's hot outside it ain't
seen the draco and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a 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
for Telemundo
I got the Act in the bag now
But I send you a four
dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags make you choke
If you pour up, or snort coke
That what float boat
No Label [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)