Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
3 way
3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still big straps
Phone tap running cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
got that baby powder
These out here sour
80k for an hour
Should of played for the
Should of for the Saints
Nigga saying it's a
Takeoff still pints
Still with that oil
Still with that dope
catch me on the nawf
Still chopping it up Bo
I got out in Florida
Having out in Georgia
New bitch hit my said she wanna give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
school no diploma
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm quarterback a
Better your approach when you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas having
Mama didn't a bitch
Now your always call my phone for motherfucking snow
Today I met the plug put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a nigga
Free my Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my Kobe got 15 to the net
Now I got some hired shooters the coolants on the TECs
I don't no disrespect but I came for the checks
They the savage Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
Young nigga hitting licks
No 3
signed 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) Niggas be thinking I'm touch
I'm the shit I don't give a fuck
Slaughter your daughter get passed to my partner we fuck her then call up an Uber
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting that pot do an
Get in that pussy like cootie
Get you some money live it up
out that stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski start up
Stand on the and pipe it up
your hoe while you wife her up
I got the birds like Mighty
Swerve on the curb in the truck
Fuck you talking we pulling 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 bitch and her
I'm the president I'm not the
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout layers
I need a bitch look like Drea
Catching off in the mail
jeans
Ice creams from
I'm a

Came in the
at the door
Nobody answered had to do a kick
My niggas they on the same
Had to tell em' that bando was for
I know that we not from Atlanta nigga what you think them two and thumb for
And they been hating on me since I was a lil' boy tell me something I don't
It's been a long
I put in work but no code
Pen on paper like
look back and won't sell my soul
Real never fold
Say you a but you told
It's hot outside it ain't
Nigga seen the and froze
Nigga acting bold I'm a fuck around and wipe the nigga nose
Strip a nigga out his
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 send you a four
Dope dressed up in it look like the pope
And get from the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you pour up, or snort coke
That what your boat
No Label [?]
Come from the
(Takeoff!)