Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

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

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

I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, paid all day
All day all day all day all day
If you ain't tryna get it, better get up out the
Out the word out the word out the out the word

They gonna walk and they and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker
The farm you came here when it was my turn
Everybody up in here
than a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
Everybody tipsy, hyper tripy
My real brisky icy
Bitch man niggas don't me
'Cause their wife me to pichy
But only 19-90
body boom boom
I'll be
Me and a few of my
consuming
When I raisin' the grip, when fin niggas
to hit you in the head
Better astroclickers
Niggas ain't playin' and it's with this shit
Ballin' prowlin'
I a pimp, say it like stalvin
All I hear is money
on thousands on thousands
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the countin' just countin'
but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC seats
No man, we feast

Let's get you drinkin' and drink it by the case
Then let me on your pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna hook you and book you, sometimes the face
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds from
Ball it up, bring it all me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, forget me
shit punchin' approachin' 160
I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing the city
Pity you shitty
It's 25 to life for this
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the of your 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, homies is bouncing me
Too many 0's to count, I let these women me
Jump off clothes to give mouth
But then they confine me
Holding amounts
showed you the route