Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
having big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
Plug got that baby
These niggas out here
80k perform for an
Should of for the Dolphins
Should of for the Saints
saying it's a drought
Takeoff having pints
Still playing that oil
Still playing with that
catch 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
Cutting dope by Georgia
High no diploma
days on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a
Better watch your when you pull up on the Chos
my niggas having sticks
Mama didn't raise a
Now bitch always call my phone for motherfucking snow
I just met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters with the 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) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay with the
(huh) We did this shit from the
(huh) Niggas be thinking I'm touch
I'm the shit I don't give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her call up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in that like cootie cutters
Get you some money live it up
Pull out that he start hiccing up
You see the ski start up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds Mighty Duck
on the curb in the Bentley truck
Fuck what you we pulling 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 president I'm not the
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout four
I need a bitch look like Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice creams from
I'm a

Came in the
Knock at the
Nobody had to do a kick door
My niggas they on the shit
Had to tell em' what that was for
I know that we not Atlanta nigga what 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
It's been a road
I put in work but no cheat
Pen on paper like
Never look back and won't my soul
Real never fold
Say you a hundred but you
hot outside it ain't cold
Nigga seen the draco and
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck and wipe the pussy nigga nose
a nigga out his clothes
Don't it then pay what you owe
Bigger back end at the
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I won't you a four
Dope up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort
That what your boat
This No [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)