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

I got rag top Impala with the French blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do
Got a flight in an hour, got my all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 pow
Want me to take ya to the club and throw it on the
Instead I can't get by, fin this make you girl
I'm up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the Clearly you are from outta town
I made my catch your paper on the turf
Stackin' like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
Better put that shit in reverse, you might cross the ledge
The king of the castle swingin' screamin' "off they heads! "
Round up and your ratchets
Mad cause they given shit
Fuck it, we keep it, we it
Don't 'em nigga, wut's
is it? Let's get 'em cracking
Millions and millions
Focused, no distracted
Put it down, let's see you shit

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)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, getting all day
All day all day all day all day
If you tryna get it, better get up out the word
Out the out the word out the word out the word

They gonna walk and they and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the burn
The farm once you came when it was my turn
up in here spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' pussy
tipsy, feelin' hyper tripy
My real brisky icy
Bitch man niggas like me
their wife want me to pichy
But since 19-90
Body boom boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
consuming
When I raisin' the grip, these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and really with this shit
like prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it like
All I hear is countin'
Thousands on on thousands
Relentless, put the
Look player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the money countin' just
Sheesh but I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC seats
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you and drink it by the case
Then let me pound on your pussy and it out of place
I hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
While we in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds 50's
it up, bring it all with me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, forget me
Down shit approachin' 160
I'm crawling like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the
Pity you shitty
It's 25 to life for this
And spike off did anybody hit by a
Live the rest of your life in a 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 bouncing me
Too many 0's to count, I let these women me
Jump off their clothes to give
But then never confine me
unholy amounts
Already you the route