Luyện nghe bài hát Way Up

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

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
believe they 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
up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

That indirect shit get by us
Niggas like bitches be ridin'
how nigga like Rich Pryor
See 'em and I smack the out 'em
Throwin' ten k its ten dollars
I that bitch make a ten out her
I pop perc the shit out her
Fuck her so good thought I bout her
She know I 'bout it I'm on my way up
My chick a Barbie no weave and no
Hang with the trappers don't be with no
My city gon' tell you that we on some
Theolonius capers I'm in that Wraith
I'm feelin' Meechie or three ATL
Purp got leanin' I on a rail
Mixing that with that new YSL
Sellin' that gave me confidence
down the Role gave me confidence
I let the fiend watch the coupe tell 'em it
She on my dick I you no promises
Bahgdad on that bombin' shit
Bad bad with that chopper Osama
Rockin' shit
Trap at the clear port we flyin' shit

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 business ain't no
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer better save up
Going up like
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

Way up, way up, way up
Skinny walkin' like done got his weight up
up bitch I'm movin' fast they holler "Wait up"
Fixin' bitches just so I can fuck and her
I been doin' this since Jacob with Jacobs
If you know me then you owe me you pay up
Bombin' in Atlana aka
Crossin' up I'm Kyrie with the lay up
whips and poppin' pistols for the paper
Goin' up they want to stop your
Havin' on top of [?] feelin' way up
on Rodeo aye hoe I got flavor
me [?]
I pull up with work I'm [?]
Put tens on that for the haters
That it came in from lil' [?]
Got birds and got bricks and came in the trailer
Them niggas ain't poppin' shit got a shot on me like Peja
[?] fuck it nigga it got me rich
Ya you might got a gun but you poppin' it
Nigga doin' dirty business got 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
believe they tried to play 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 better save up
up like elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up