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 rag top Impala with the French blue back
With the French blue pack, with that blue

I got that rag top Impala the French blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 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 in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the Clearly you are from outta town
I made my scraper your paper on the turf
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it
Better put shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The king of the swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! "
Round up and raggel your
Mad cause they aside shit
Fuck it, we keep it, we it
Don't 'em nigga, 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 (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass (you's a bitch 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, get up out the word
Out the word out the out the word out the word

gonna walk and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the burn
The once you came here when it was my turn
Everybody up in spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella
Everybody tipsy, feelin' tripy
My wrist brisky icy
man niggas don't like me
'Cause wife want me to pichy
But only since
Body boom boom
I'll be
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
When I raisin' the grip, these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better astroclickers
Niggas playin' and it's really with this shit
like prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is countin'
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the money countin' just
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, sometimes the face
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds from
Ball it up, it all with me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, forget me
Down shit 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
the rest of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better keep walkin' or they carry you out
This is the end of the drought, homies is around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these women me
Jump off clothes to give mouth
But they never confine me
Holding unholy
showed you the route