Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
having big straps
Phone tap running cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got baby powder
These out here sour
80k perform for an
Should of played for the
Should of played for the
Nigga it's a drought
Takeoff still having
Still playing that oil
Still with that dope
Might catch me on the
chopping it up with Bo
I got bitches out in
Having bitches out in
New bitch hit my phone said she give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High no diploma
days on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my having sticks
didn't raise a bitch
Now your bitch always call my for motherfucking snow
Today I met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door
Free my Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my nigga 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
free'd the savage Set
Concerts in
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 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 up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting that pot do an
Get in pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some money live it up
out that stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the stage and it up
your hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds like Mighty
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley
Fuck what you talking we up
Your face on the ground 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 layers
I need a bitch that look Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams Pharrell
I'm a

Came in the
Knock at the
Nobody had to do a kick door
My niggas on the same 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 boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a road
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on paper like
Never look back and won't my soul
Real niggas fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot it ain't cold
Nigga the draco and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
a nigga out his clothes
Don't like it pay what you owe
Bigger back end at the
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't send you a
dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas it'll make you choke
If you up, smoke or snort coke
That what your boat
No Label [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)