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 that powder
These niggas out here
80k for an hour
Should of for the Dolphins
Should of played for the
saying it's a drought
Takeoff having pints
Still with that oil
Still playing with dope
Might catch me on the
Still chopping it up Bo
I got bitches out in
Having bitches out in
New hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by Georgia
High school no
Remember days on the
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch your approach when you up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas sticks
didn't raise a bitch
Now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking
Today I just met the put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the nigga
my nigga 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
free'd the savage Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting licks
No 3
Independent signed for

(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 thinking I'm touch
I'm with the shit I don't a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we 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 cootie cutters
Get you money then live it up
Pull out stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds Mighty Duck
Swerve on the in the Bentley 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 bitch 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 that look like
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams Pharrell
I'm a

Came in the
at the door
Nobody answered had to do a door
My they on the same shit
Had to tell em' that bando was for
I know that we not from nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I know
It's been a long
I put in work but no code
Pen on paper like
Never look back and sell my soul
Real never fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot outside it ain't
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 it then 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
Dope up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll you choke
If you up, smoke or snort coke
That what float boat
No Label [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)