Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

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

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

I'm a ass nigga (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)
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 ain't tryna get it, get up out the word
Out the out the word out the word out the word

They walk and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the burn
The farm once you here when it was my turn
Everybody up in spazzin'
than a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
Everybody tipsy, hyper tripy
My real brisky icy
man niggas don't like me
'Cause their wife me to pichy
But since 19-90
Body body boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
When I the grip, when these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better pack
ain't playin' and it's really with this shit
Ballin' like
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is countin'
Thousands on on thousands
Relentless, put the
Look player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the money countin' countin'
Sheesh but bitch I'm off in these streets
UFC seats
No man, we feast

Let's get you drinkin' and drink it by the case
Then let me pound on your pussy and it out of place
I wanna hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
hundreds from 50's
Ball it up, bring it all me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, forget me
Down shit 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 anybody hit by a
Live the rest of your in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better walkin' or they could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, homies is around me
Too 0's to count, I let these women surround me
off their clothes to give mouth
But then they confine me
Holding amounts
Already showed you the