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 blue pack, with that French blue

I got that rag top Impala 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 huddle a hundred and 50 pow
Want me to ya to the club and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this make you 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 catch your on the turf
Stackin' yaper a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! "
Round up and your ratchets
Mad cause they aside shit
it, we keep it, we mack it
Don't 'em nigga, happenin'?
is it? Let's get 'em cracking
Millions and reactin'
Focused, no distracted
Put it down, let's see you mack

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

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

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the
Then let me pound on your pussy and it out of place
I hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds from
it up, bring it all with me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, forget me
shit punchin' approachin' 160
I'm like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the city
Pity you feelin'
It's 25 to life for this
And spike off did anybody hit by a
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, homies is around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these surround me
off their clothes to give mouth
But then they never me
unholy amounts
Already you the route