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

I got that rag top Impala the French blue back
Could you loan me a Bitch, I can't do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all
Bring it in for the huddle a and 50 bags pow
me to take 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 in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the city? Clearly you are from outta
I made my scraper catch paper on the turf
yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
Better put that shit in reverse, you might over the ledge
The of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! "
up and raggel your ratchets
Mad cause they aside shit
it, we keep it, we mack it
Don't 'em nigga, happenin'?
What is it? Let's get 'em
Millions and millions
Focused, no longer
Put it down, let's see you mack

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, 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 walk and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker
The farm once you came here it was my turn
Everybody up in here
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella
Everybody tipsy, hyper tripy
My wrist brisky icy
Bitch man 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 raisin' the grip, when these fin
About to hit you in the
pack astroclickers
Niggas ain't playin' and really with this shit
Ballin' prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it like
All I hear is money
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
Look player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the money countin' just
Sheesh but bitch I'm off in these streets
UFC seats
No man, we feast

Let's get whatever you and drink it by the case
Then let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of
I wanna you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
we vacate in the destination for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds 50's
Ball it up, it all with me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, never me
Down punchin' approachin' 160
I'm like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the city
Pity you shitty
It's 25 to life for pushin'
And off did anybody hit by a sniper
Live the rest of your in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? keep walkin' 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 women me
off their clothes to give mouth
But then they confine me
Holding amounts
Already you the route