Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
having big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
Plug got that baby
niggas out here sour
80k for an hour
Should of for the Dolphins
of played for the Saints
Nigga saying it's a
Takeoff still pints
Still with that oil
playing with that dope
Might me on the nawf
Still chopping it up 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
days on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
watch your approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas sticks
Mama raise a bitch
Now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking
Today I just met the plug put him in the four
Old Quavo just pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope
Free my nigga 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
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga them licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay the torch
(huh) We did this from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting touch
I'm with the shit I don't give a
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her call up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting that pot do an
Get in that pussy 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 you wife her up
I got the birds like Duck
Swerve on the curb in the truck
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' bout four
I need a bitch look like Drea
Catching bricks off in the
jeans
Ice from Pharrell
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
Nobody had to do a kick door
My niggas they on the shit
Had to tell em' that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and for
And they been hating on me since I was a boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long
I put in work but no code
Pen on like kinko
Never look back and won't sell my
niggas never fold
Say you a but you told
It's hot outside it ain't
Nigga seen the draco and
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the nigga nose
a nigga out his clothes
Don't it then 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
dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort
That float your boat
This No [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)