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 laps the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that baby
These out here sour
80k perform for an
of played for the Dolphins
Should of played for the
Nigga saying a drought
Takeoff having pints
Still playing with oil
Still with that dope
Might me on the nawf
chopping it up with Bo
I got bitches out in
Having out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone said she wanna me dome
dope by Georgia dome
High school no
Remember days on the
Now I'm quarterback a
watch your approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas having
Mama didn't a bitch
Now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking
Today I just met the plug put him in the four
Old Quavo might pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope
my nigga Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters with the on the TECs
I mean no disrespect but I came for the checks
They the savage Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting licks
No 3
Independent signed for

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) Stay with the
(huh) We did shit from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be thinking I'm touch
I'm with the shit I don't give a
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting pot do an uppercut
Get in that pussy like cutters
Get you some money then it up
Pull out that stick he start up
You see the ski start up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe you wife her up
I got the like Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley
Fuck what you talking we up
Your on the ground nigga pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm getting my own
I get your and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the
got my body cold I got em' bout four layers
I need a that look like Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice creams Pharrell
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
Nobody answered had to do a door
My they on the same shit
Had to tell em' that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy me something 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 sell my
Real niggas never
Say you a but you told
hot outside it ain't cold
Nigga the draco and froze
Nigga bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
a nigga out his clothes
Don't like it then pay you owe
back end at the shows
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I send you a four
Dope dressed up in it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas it'll make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or snort
what float your boat
This No [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)