Luyện nghe bài hát Way Up

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

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't believe 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 like
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 like Rich
See 'em and I smack the out 'em
ten k like its ten dollars
I grab that bitch a ten out her
I pop perc fuck the out her
Fuck her so good thought I care her
She know I 'bout it I'm on my way up
My chick a no weave and no makeup
Hang the trappers don't be with no haters
My gon' tell you that we on some paper
Theolonius when I'm in that Wraith
I'm feelin' like Meechie or ATL
Purp got like I on a rail
Mixing Birk with that new YSL
Sellin' that dope me confidence
Bust down the Role me confidence
I let the fiend the coupe tell 'em polish it
She on my I can't you no promises
Bahgdad on pussy bombin' shit
Bad bad with that Osama shit
Givenchy shit
Trap at the port nigga 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
Summer better save up
up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin' done got his weight up
Hold up bitch I'm movin' they holler "Wait up"
bitches just so I can fuck and break her
I doin' this since Jacob came with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me you pay up
Bombin' in aka Al-Queda
Crossin' up I'm Kyrie Irving the lay up
Pushin' whips and pistols for the paper
Goin' up want to stop your elevator
Havin' on top of [?] feelin' way up
on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
me [?]
I pull up work like I'm [?]
Put tens on bitch for the haters
That work it came in from [?]
Got and got bricks and they came 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 poppin' it
doin' dirty business got damn Lord save 'em
Dirty 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 they 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
comin' better save up
Going up elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up