Luyện nghe bài hát Way Up

Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn headphones up Cruz
Way up
like I'm Jackie Chan
Summer is lit and we back

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't believe they tried to us
Run a check and em pay up
Its all business no favors
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer better save up
up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

That indirect never get by us
Niggas like bitches be dick
Funny how nigga Rich Pryor
See 'em and I the shit out 'em
Throwin' ten k its ten dollars
I that bitch make a ten out her
I pop perc fuck the out her
Fuck her so good thought I bout her
She know I been it I'm on my way up
My chick a no weave and no makeup
Hang with the trappers don't be with no
My city gon' tell you that we on some
Theolonius capers when I'm in Wraith
I'm feelin' Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin' like I on a
that Birk with that new YSL
Sellin' that dope me confidence
Bust down the Role me confidence
I let the fiend watch the coupe tell 'em it
She on my I can't you no promises
Bahgdad on that pussy bombin'
Bad bad that chopper Osama shit
Rockin' Givenchy
Trap at the port nigga we flyin' shit

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't believe they tried to us
Run a check and em pay up
Its all business ain't no
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin' save up
Going up elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin' like got his weight up
Hold up bitch I'm movin' fast they "Wait up"
bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin' in aka Al-Queda
Crossin' up I'm Irving with the lay up
Pushin' whips and poppin' pistols for the
up they want to stop your elevator
Havin' on top of [?] feelin' way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got
me [?]
I up with work like I'm [?]
Put tens on that bitch for the
That work it came in lil' [?]
Got birds and got bricks and they in the trailer
Them niggas ain't poppin' shit got a on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain't it
Nigga dirty business got damn Lord save 'em
Dirty money on the got me way up, way up, way up

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
believe they tried to play us
Run a and tell' em pay up
Its all business no favors
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin' save up
Going up elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up