Luyện nghe bài hát In My Way

I got the in my way
lean in my way
See the in my way
No in my way
I MIA
Summer out of
See the in my way
lean in my way

Boss na but I to what my son say
Swap with the gun play, down on the Monday
Move Cash Money soldiers, stick with it, we taking over
Man of the city, my favourite soda, backwoods with the rover
I be MIA, I had a summer outta
I call my side bh, who go my Panther rocking Puma
Swear these ns to big sharks swim through 'em
Had to fail Kid Ink he told me give it to him

FaceTiming with my while I'm overseas
Had the record smelling like a 100 trees
Crunch velvets, (?), bs want the D
I tell her hold it, pee and all I want is kerasine
I just took a private jet to think who I'mma be
ns calling me, they tryna go to war with me
But war cost and these ns looking poor to me
in my way, they wanna see me deteriorate

I got the in my way
Whole in my way
See the in my way
No in my way
I MIA
out of state
See the in my way
lean in my way

And I just see how far st take us
any closer, you be standing on the tables
Shawty start to and her friends do too
And I'm feeling like the dawg that I was in high
That na played a fool, but the trapping never

Still got a ns I could get up off the block
RIP Kid Kelly, know the street hot
Way these ns still bang, I ain't 'bout the cops
Oh it's bat tag gang, see the chain, it's my
Tag day one ns, a couple of 'em made
Last 45 flight, LA to the Bay
You ain't got the pass na

I got the in my way
lean in my way
See the in my way
No in my way
I MIA
out of state
See the in my way
lean in my way

I left the Bay, I'm balling in LA
She ain't guacamole, prolly' in my way
It's on the way, he prolly' got the gang
out my (?) with the dream
Lot of dope, smoke on my jersey stain
My white bh keep on off the pay
100 band play, 30 out the gate
100 play, saving 30 out the gate

up and get baked, run it up for my gang
Go and buy more buckets, ns need some more things
15 for this chain, more on my belt
We could talk gun play, but most of y'all gon' tell
I ain't tryna go to jail, they can't wait, no Ls
I ain't tryna go to jail, na, we ain't no Ls
Slid through like st, how do them ns feel
Slid through like hellish st, how do them ns

I got the in my way
Whole in my way
See the in my way
No in my way
I MIA
out of state
See the in my way
Whole in my way

I just up on a flight with like 100 of 'em
stop South Beach, MIA homie
And I ain't had a job, but I got yay homie
And if a na tryna rob, spray on 'em
1 thing about Bricc, a na keep a
.30 off the hip and the na to pop it

A he to test me, bh that be outta pocket
Sent 100 pound na, made 100
Pack touched down in the A, straight
Just made it, just 50 bands, super
my na Mozzy, pull up in a super Wraith
Let the Kid Ink then we blowing stupid band

I got the in my way
lean in my way
See the in my way
No in my way
I MIA
Summer out of
See the in my way
lean in my way