Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
having big straps
Phone tap running cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that powder
niggas out here sour
80k perform for an
of played for the Dolphins
Should of for the Saints
Nigga saying a drought
Takeoff having pints
Still with that oil
Still with that dope
Might me on the nawf
Still chopping it up Bo
I got out in Florida
bitches out in Georgia
New bitch hit my said she wanna give me dome
dope by Georgia dome
High no diploma
Remember days on the
Now I'm a coach
Better watch approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my having sticks
Mama raise a bitch
Now your always call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the four
Old Quavo might pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired with the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no disrespect but I came for the
free'd the savage Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga them licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) Jumped off the
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) with the torch
(huh) We did this from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting touch
I'm with the I don't give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get to my partner we fuck her then call up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some then live it up
Pull out that stick he start up
You see the ski bitching up
Stand on the and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe you wife her up
I got the birds Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the truck
Fuck what you talking we up
Your face on the nigga pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm my own paper
I get your and slay her
I'm the I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout four
I need a bitch that look Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice creams from
I'm a

Came in the
at the door
Nobody had to do a kick door
My niggas on the same shit
Had to tell em' what that was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me I don't know
been a long road
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on paper like
Never look back and won't my soul
Real niggas fold
Say you a but you told
It's hot outside it ain't
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the nigga nose
a nigga out his clothes
Don't like it then pay you owe
Bigger end at the shows
for Telemundo
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't you a four
Dope dressed up in saran it look like the
And get from the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you up, smoke or snort coke
That float your boat
This No [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)