Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

I'm in my 7 deExplainuce kelis with the bat
With the bat, with the slappin' bat
I got rag top Impala with the French blue back
With the French blue pack, that French blue

I got that rag top Impala with the blue back
Could you loan me a dollar? Bitch, I do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my all packed
Bring it in for the huddle a and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club and throw it on the
I can't get by, fin this make you double girl
I'm back up in this, you pussy niggas in now
Shake, what you gon the city? Clearly you are from outta town
I made my catch your paper on the turf
Stackin' like a Laker, hit exactly where it hurts
put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the ledge
The of the castle swingin' screamin' "off with they heads! "
up and raggel your ratchets
Mad cause they given aside
Fuck it, we it, we mack it
Don't 'em nigga, wut's
What is it? 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 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)
money to the ceiling, getting paid all day
All day all day all day all day
If you tryna get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the word out the out the word

They gonna walk and they and drash
Now the on fire, let the motherfucker burn
The farm once you here when it was my turn
up in here spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella
Everybody tipsy, hyper tripy
My real brisky icy
Bitch man niggas don't me
'Cause their wife want me to
But only since
Body body boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
I raisin' the grip, when these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
Ballin' prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I is money countin'
on thousands on thousands
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the countin' just countin'
Sheesh but I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC front
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the
Then let me pound on your pussy and knock it out of
I hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds from
Ball it up, bring it all me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, never me
Down punchin' approachin' 160
I'm crawling Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the city
you feelin' shitty
It's 25 to life for pushin'
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the rest of your life in a diper or the fuck out
Oh you can walk? Better keep walkin' or could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, is bouncing around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these women me
Jump off their clothes to mouth
But then they never me
Holding unholy
Already showed you the