Luyện nghe bài hát 3 Way (Intro)

3 way
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3 way

3 way
Quavo!

I'm attached to the
Still having big
Phone tap laps cross the map hot trap
50,000 on
Plug got that powder
niggas out here sour
80k perform for an
Should of for the Dolphins
of played for the Saints
Nigga saying it's a
Takeoff having pints
Still with that oil
playing with that dope
Might catch me on the
Still it up with Bo
I got out in Florida
bitches out in Georgia
New bitch hit my phone said she give me dome
Cutting dope by dome
High no diploma
Remember on the nawf
Now I'm a coach
Better watch your approach you pull up on the Chos
Yeah my niggas having
Mama didn't a bitch
Now your bitch always call my phone for motherfucking
Today I just met the put him in the figure four
Old Quavo might pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the nigga
Free my nigga got 15 to the net
Now I got hired shooters with the coolants on the TECs
I don't mean no disrespect but I for the checks
They the savage Set
in Quebec
Put her on the
nigga hitting them licks
No 3
Independent for bricks

(huh-huh) off the porch
(huh-huh) Picked up the
(huh-huh) Stay 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 up an Uber truck
it up (fuck it up)
it up (fuck it up)
Getting that pot do an
Get in that pussy like cootie
Get you some then live it up
out that stick he start hiccing up
You see the ski start up
on the stage and pipe it up
Fucking your hoe while you her up
I got the birds like Duck
on the curb in the Bentley truck
Fuck what you talking we up
Your face on the ground nigga it up
No (huh-huh)
No (huh-huh)
No (nah)
I'm my own paper
I get your bitch and her
I'm the I'm not the mayor
Diamonds got my body cold I got em' bout layers
I need a bitch that look Drea
bricks off in the mail
Nudie
Ice creams Pharrell
I'm a

Came in the
Knock at the
Nobody answered had to do a door
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 them two and thumb for
And they been hating on me 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 sell my soul
niggas never fold
Say you a but you told
It's hot outside it 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
back end at the shows
Spanish for
I got the Act in the bag now
But I send you a four
Dope dressed up in saran it like the pope
And get smoked the gas bags it'll make you choke
If you pour up, smoke or coke
That what float your
No Label [?]
Come the goats
(Takeoff!)