Luyện nghe bài hát Origin

Uh yo

Uh!

Disrupted the game, the was shook up
Three young niggas, never did a push up
You want the origin of the flow, you better the fuck up
And listen up, to what the Migos bout to up (Quavo)

We killed the Versace, we to Bahamas, shout out to the islands
Mommas and daughters a picture with 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 can't find the Migos, so they bite their recorders
When you ask for a show, can you afford it
Check my schedule, loaded of course
Check my dab, it's priceless and my is righteous
I don't got no type, but I love to fuck
The on my neck, I might get arthritis
Yrn Tha Album album going diamond, got my mama a Benz
Just to show her I'm
dots in the pen but I hate the confinement
When got out of jail he ate a bowl of hundreds
Dropped the Rich Timeline and we was crossed the country

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

Skrrt, cook up, graat, he up
I'm trapping the white, that Ku
My niggas got and bazookas
On the private jet we up in indica
A hundred thousand, got a up in India
Headed to locker, we changed the
thousand for a walk through minimum
Snakes in the grass spinning out venom
That come with the territory when a winning
Tinted windows on the sprinter you don't need to see image
The say I need to calm down, fuck a image
CEO a busta and my CEO a hustler
Choppa sound like percussion, run up on me
Came from nothing, came home a half a million, hurt my stomach
I'm taking good care of my kids but they get nothing
And if you think it's wrong this ain't the right song you're
to the jungle, lions, elephants and monkeys
Never see me lonely, best nina on me
crust, my pocket walking with a 50 on me

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

pot on the stove, take that eggbeater cook up
They for the origin
know how did we make this shit up
Came in there and we fucking it up
Jump off the banana boat, call me Tut
be biting our swag I tried to switch it up
But these niggas don't get enough
Niggas with don't give a fuck
Young nigga never did a push up
Migo flow everybody look it up
Every ten years on my story bro
I bet you listen up, you don't like it
Yo rapper 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 front end and that back end be
I need a cup with my Backwood when I'm on stage performing
Can't get in my tour bus bitch, tryna fuck, it's only five in the morning
I got some Dominican bitches that sucking and fucking and back to the

the game, the industry was shook up
Three young rich niggas, did a push up
You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the up
And up, to what the Migos bout to cook up, ha!