Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

I'm in my 7 deExplainuce with the slappin' bat
With the bat, with the slappin' bat
I got that rag top Impala with the French blue
With the French blue pack, with French blue

I got that rag top Impala with the French blue
Could you me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do that
Got a in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club and it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in now
Shake, what you gon shake the city? Clearly you are outta town
I made my scraper catch your paper on the
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it
Better put shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off they heads! "
Round up and raggel ratchets
Mad cause given aside shit
Fuck it, we it, we mack it
'em nigga, wut's happenin'?
What is it? get 'em cracking
and millions reactin'
Focused, no distracted
Put it down, let's see you shit

I'm a rich ass (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass (you's a bitch ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, getting all day
All day all day all day all day
If you tryna get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the word out the out the word

They gonna and they sleep and drash
Now the on fire, let the motherfucker burn
The farm once you came here when it was my
Everybody up in here
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella
Everybody tipsy, feelin' tripy
My wrist real icy
Bitch man niggas don't me
'Cause their wife me to pichy
But only since
Body boom boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
consuming
When I raisin' the grip, when fin niggas
to hit you in the head
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
Ballin' prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it like
All I is money countin'
Thousands on on thousands
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All about my
And the money just countin'
but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC front
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you and drink it by the case
let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
we vacate in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds 50's
Ball it up, it all with me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, never me
Down punchin' approachin' 160
I'm crawling like LeBailey, bouncing around the city
Pity you shitty
25 to life for this pushin'
And off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the rest of life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better keep or they could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, is bouncing around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these surround me
Jump off their clothes to give
But then never confine me
Holding unholy
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