Luyện nghe bài hát Way Up

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

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't they tried to play us
Run a and tell' em pay up
Its all ain't no favors
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
comin' better save up
Going up elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

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

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
comin' better 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 done got his up
Hold up bitch I'm movin' they holler "Wait up"
bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I been this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you me then you owe me fuck you pay up
Bombin' in Atlana aka
Crossin' up I'm Kyrie with the lay up
Pushin' and poppin' pistols for the paper
Goin' up they want to stop your
Havin' lunch on top of [?] way up
on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
me [?]
I pull up with work I'm [?]
Put on that bitch for the haters
That work it came in lil' [?]
Got and got bricks and they came in the trailer
Them niggas ain't poppin' got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you ain't it
Nigga doin' dirty got damn Lord save 'em
money on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't believe tried to play 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 comin' better up
Going up like
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up