Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

I'm in my 7 kelis with the slappin' bat
With the bat, with the slappin' bat
I got that rag top with the French blue back
With the blue pack, with 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 in an hour, got my bags all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 pow
Want me to take ya to the and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this make you double
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 catch your on the turf
yaper 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' "off with they heads! "
Round up and raggel ratchets
Mad cause given aside shit
Fuck it, we keep it, we it
Don't 'em nigga, happenin'?
What is it? Let's get 'em
and millions reactin'
Focused, no longer
Put it down, see you mack 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 rich ass (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
money to the ceiling, getting paid 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

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, hella pussy
Everybody tipsy, hyper tripy
My wrist brisky icy
Bitch man niggas like me
'Cause wife want me to pichy
But since 19-90
Body body boom
I'll be
Me and a few of my
consuming
When I raisin' the grip, when fin niggas
to hit you in the head
Better astroclickers
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
Ballin' prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is countin'
on thousands on thousands
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the money countin' countin'
but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC front
No man, we feast

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the
let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of place
I hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
While we in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds from
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 LeBailey, bouncing around the city
you feelin' shitty
It's 25 to life for pushin'
And off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the rest of life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better walkin' or they could carry you out
is the end of the drought, homies is bouncing around me
Too 0's to count, I let these women surround me
Jump off their clothes to mouth
But they never confine me
Holding amounts
showed you the route