Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

I'm in my 7 deExplainuce kelis the slappin' bat
With the slappin' bat, the slappin' bat
I got rag top Impala with the French blue back
With the French blue pack, with that 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
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 pow
Want me to 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 niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the Clearly you are from 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 over the ledge
The king of the swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! "
up and raggel your ratchets
Mad cause they given aside
it, we keep it, we mack it
Don't 'em nigga, wut's
What is it? Let's get 'em
Millions and millions
Focused, no distracted
Put it down, let's see you shit

I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (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 get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the word out the 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
up in here spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella
Everybody tipsy, feelin' hyper
My wrist brisky icy
Bitch man niggas like me
'Cause their want me to pichy
But only 19-90
Body boom boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
I raisin' the grip, when these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
Ballin' like
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is countin'
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All about my
And the money countin' countin'
Sheesh but bitch I'm heavy off in these
UFC front
No man, we feast

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 hook you and book you, hedges the face
we vacate in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds from
it up, bring it all with me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, never me
Down shit punchin' 160
I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the
Pity you feelin'
It's 25 to life for this
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? keep walkin' or they could carry you out
is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these surround me
Jump off clothes to give mouth
But they never confine me
Holding unholy
showed you the route