Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
Plug got baby powder
These niggas out sour
80k for an hour
of played for the Dolphins
Should of played for the
Nigga it's a drought
Takeoff still having
playing with that oil
Still with that dope
Might me on the nawf
Still it up with Bo
I got bitches out in
Having out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone she wanna give me dome
Cutting by Georgia dome
school no diploma
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better your 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 put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the nigga
my nigga Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no but I came for the checks
They free'd the Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
Young hitting them licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) up the fork
(huh-huh) with the torch
(huh) We did shit from the nawf
(huh) be thinking I'm acting touch
I'm the shit I don't give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my 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 money then it up
Pull out that stick he start up
You see the ski start up
Stand on the stage and it up
your hoe while you wife her up
I got the like 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 getting my own
I get bitch and slay her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' four layers
I a bitch that look like Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams from
I'm a

in the game
Knock at the
Nobody answered had to do a kick
My they on the same shit
Had to tell em' what bando was for
I that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two fingers and thumb for
And they been on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't know
It's been a long
I put in work but no code
Pen on paper kinko
Never look back and won't sell my
Real niggas never
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot it ain't cold
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck around and the pussy nigga nose
Strip a 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 send you a
Dope dressed up in saran it like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags it'll you choke
If you up, smoke or snort coke
That what your boat
This No [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)