Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
3 way
3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm to the stacks
Still big straps
Phone tap running laps cross the map hot
50,000 on
Plug got that baby
niggas out here sour
80k for an hour
Should of played for the
of played for the Saints
Nigga saying a drought
Takeoff still pints
Still playing with oil
playing with that dope
Might me on the nawf
Still it up with Bo
I got out in Florida
Having bitches out in
New hit my phone said she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High no diploma
Remember 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 your bitch always call my for motherfucking snow
Today I just met the plug put him in the four
Old might just pull up and just kick a door nigga
my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my 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
Concerts in
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting licks
No 3
signed for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) with the torch
(huh) We did this from the nawf
(huh) Niggas be I'm acting 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 pussy like cootie cutters
Get you some money then it up
Pull out that stick he hiccing up
You see the ski bitching up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe you wife her up
I got the birds like Mighty
on the curb in the Bentley truck
Fuck you talking we pulling up
face 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
Diamonds got my body I got em' bout four layers
I need a bitch that like Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams Pharrell
I'm a

Came in the
at the door
Nobody answered had to do a kick
My niggas they on the shit
Had to em' what that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think two fingers and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't
It's a long road
I put in but no cheat code
Pen on like kinko
Never look back and won't sell my
niggas never fold
Say you a hundred but you
It's hot it ain't cold
seen the draco and froze
Nigga bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the pussy nigga nose
Strip a nigga out his
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
dressed up in saran it look like the pope
And get smoked from the gas bags make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or coke
That what float your
No Label [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)