Luyện nghe bài hát Origin

Uh yo

Uh!

Disrupted the game, the was shook up
Three young rich niggas, did a push up
You want the of the flow, you better shut the fuck up
And up, to what the Migos bout to cook up (Quavo)

We killed the Versace, we went to Bahamas, out to the islands
Mommas and daughters taking a picture me and they smiling
Charlemagne say the gang of the Day (Charlamagne?)
magazine, forty-five K
Word on the street they say the wanted
But they can't find the Migos, so bite their recorders
you ask for a show, can you seriously afford it
Check my schedule, itinerary of course
Check my dab, it's and my niggas is righteous
I don't got no type, but I love to Pisces
The on my neck, I might get arthritis
Yrn Tha Album first going diamond, got my mama a Benz
Just to her I'm grinding
Green dots in the pen but I hate the
When Offset got out of jail he ate a of hundreds
Dropped the Rich Timeline and we was crossed the country

Disrupted the game, the industry was up
Three rich niggas, never did a push up
You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the up
And listen up, to what the bout to cook up

Skrrt, up, graat, he shook up
I'm trapping the white, that Ku
My niggas got and bazookas
On the private jet we smoking up in
A hundred thousand, got a up in India
to locker, we changed the millennium
Thirty thousand for a walk through
Snakes in the grass start spinning out
That come with the territory a nigga winning
Tinted windows on the sprinter you don't need to see this
The blogs say I need to calm down, a image
Your CEO a busta and my CEO a
Choppa sound like percussion, run up on me
Came from nothing, came home with a half a million, hurt my
I'm taking good care of my kids but mamma get nothing
And if you think wrong this ain't the right song you're bumping
Welcome to the jungle, lions, elephants and
Never see me lonely, believe nina on me
Stuffed crust, my pocket walking a 50 on me

Disrupted the game, the industry was up
Three young rich niggas, never did a up
You want the origin of the flow, you shut the fuck up
And listen up, to what the Migos bout to up

pot on the stove, take that eggbeater cook up
They looking for the
Wanna know how did we make this up
Came in right and we fucking it up
Jump off the banana boat, me King Tut
Niggas be biting our swag I to switch it up
But these niggas don't get enough
with attitude don't give a fuck
Young nigga flexing never did a up
flow everybody wanna look it up
Every ten years on my story bro
I bet you listen up, you don't like it
Yo favorite he be biting
When I step in the booth, its a of silence
I bet yo she get excited
When I'm doing show my end and that back end be enormous
I need a double cup with my Backwood I'm on stage performing
get in my tour bus bitch, ain't tryna fuck, it's only five in the morning
I got some Dominican bitches that and fucking and back to the origin

Disrupted the game, the industry was up
young rich niggas, never did a push up
You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the up
And listen up, to what the bout to cook up, ha!