Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

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3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
got that baby powder
These niggas out here
80k for an hour
Should of played for the
Should of played for the
saying it's a drought
Takeoff still pints
Still with that oil
Still playing that dope
Might me on the nawf
Still chopping it up Bo
I got out in Florida
bitches out in Georgia
New hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
dope by Georgia dome
High school no
days on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch your approach when you up on the Chos
Yeah my having sticks
Mama didn't a bitch
Now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking
I just met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the nigga
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no but I came for the checks
They free'd the Set
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting them
No 3
signed 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 I'm acting touch
I'm the shit 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 that pot do an
Get in pussy like cootie cutters
Get you money then live it up
Pull out that stick he start up
You see the ski start up
Stand on the stage and it up
Fucking hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds Mighty Duck
Swerve on the curb in the Bentley
Fuck what you we pulling up
Your face on the ground pick it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm my own paper
I get your bitch and her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my cold I got em' bout four layers
I need a bitch that like Drea
Catching bricks off in the
jeans
Ice creams from
I'm a

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