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 pack, with that French blue

I got that rag top Impala with the French back
Could you loan me a Bitch, I can't do that
Got a in an hour, got my bags all packed
it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to ya to the club and throw it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin this you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in now
Shake, what you gon shake the city? Clearly you are from town
I made my scraper catch 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 castle swingin' "off with they heads! "
Round up and raggel your
Mad cause given aside shit
Fuck it, we keep it, we it
Don't 'em nigga, wut's
is it? Let's get 'em cracking
Millions and reactin'
Focused, no longer
Put it down, let's see you shit

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)
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 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 on fire, let the motherfucker burn
The once you came here when it was my turn
Everybody up in here
than a hippie, fuckin' hella pussy
Everybody tipsy, hyper tripy
My wrist brisky icy
Bitch man niggas don't me
'Cause their wife me to pichy
But since 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 is money countin'
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
Look player, no jawsin'
All about my
And the money countin' countin'
Sheesh but bitch I'm off in these streets
UFC front
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the
Then let me on your pussy and knock it out of place
I hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
we vacate 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, around the city
Pity you shitty
It's 25 to for this pushin'
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the rest of life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better keep walkin' or they 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 then they never me
Holding unholy
showed you the route