Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

I'm in my 7 deExplainuce with the slappin' bat
the slappin' bat, with the slappin' bat
I got that rag top Impala with the French back
With the French pack, with that French blue

I got that rag top Impala with the French back
Could you me a dollar? Bitch, I can't do that
Got a flight in an hour, got my bags all
it in for the huddle a hundred and 50 bags pow
Want me to take ya to the club and it on the ground?
Instead I can't get by, fin make you double girl
I'm up in this, you pussy niggas in trouble now
Shake, what you gon shake the Clearly you are from outta town
I made my catch your paper on the turf
Stackin' yaper like a Laker, hit exactly where it
Better put that shit in reverse, you might cross over the
The king of the castle swingin' "off with they heads! "
Round up and your ratchets
Mad cause given aside shit
Fuck it, we keep it, we it
'em nigga, wut's happenin'?
What is it? get 'em cracking
Millions and millions
Focused, no distracted
Put it down, let's see you shit

I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
I'm a ass nigga (you's a bitch ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, getting all day
All day all day all day all day
If you ain't get it, better get up out the word
Out the word out the word out the word out the

They gonna walk and they and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the burn
The farm you came here when it was my turn
up in here spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' hella
Everybody tipsy, hyper tripy
My wrist brisky icy
man niggas don't like me
'Cause their want me to pichy
But only 19-90
Body boom boom
be racoonin'
Me and a few of my
Alcohol
When I raisin' the grip, these fin niggas
About to hit you in the
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
like prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is money
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
tall player, no jawsin'
All my allowance
And the countin' just countin'
but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC seats
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you drinkin' and drink it by the
Then let me pound on pussy and knock it out of place
I wanna hook you and book you, sometimes the face
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
hundreds from 50's
Ball it up, it all with me
Call it an hit me
I'm open, never me
shit punchin' approachin' 160
I'm like Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the city
you feelin' shitty
It's 25 to life for pushin'
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the of your life in a diper or chill the fuck out
Oh you can walk? keep walkin' or they could carry you out
This is the end of the drought, homies is around me
Too many 0's to count, I let these surround me
Jump off their clothes to give
But then they never me
Holding unholy
showed you the route