Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

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

I got that rag top with the French blue back
Could you loan me a Bitch, I can't do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all
it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to ya to the club and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the city? you are from outta town
I made my scraper catch paper on the turf
Stackin' like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
Better put that in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off they heads! "
up and raggel your ratchets
Mad they given aside shit
Fuck it, we it, we mack it
'em nigga, wut's happenin'?
What is it? get 'em cracking
Millions and 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 ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, paid 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 out the word out the word

They walk and they sleep 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
Prouder a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
Everybody tipsy, feelin' tripy
My real brisky icy
Bitch man niggas like me
their wife want me to pichy
But only since
Body body boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
consuming
When I the grip, when these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
pack astroclickers
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really with shit
like prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is countin'
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
Look tall player, no
All my allowance
And the money just countin'
but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC seats
No salmon man, we

Let's get you drinkin' and drink it by the case
let me pound 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 from 50's
Ball it up, it all with me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, never me
Down shit approachin' 160
I'm crawling like LeBailey, bouncing around the city
you feelin' shitty
It's 25 to for this pushin'
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the rest of your life in a diper or the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better keep or they could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, homies is around me
Too many 0's to count, I let women surround me
Jump off their to give mouth
But then they never me
Holding amounts
Already you the route