Luyện nghe bài hát Up Out The Way

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

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

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 rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
I'm a rich ass nigga (you's a ass nigga)
Stacking money to the ceiling, paid all day
All day all day all day all day
If you tryna get it, better get up out the word
Out the out the word out the word out the word

They walk and they sleep and drash
Now the reefer's on fire, let the motherfucker
The farm once you came here it was my turn
up in here spazzin'
Prouder than a hippie, fuckin' pussy
Everybody tipsy, feelin' hyper
My wrist real 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
consuming
When I the grip, when these fin niggas
to hit you in the head
Better pack
Niggas ain't playin' and it's really this shit
Ballin' prowlin'
I shoot a pimp, say it stalvin
All I hear is countin'
Thousands on thousands on
Relentless, put the
Look tall player, no
All my allowance
And the money countin' countin'
but bitch I'm heavy off in these streets
UFC seats
No salmon man, we

Let's get whatever you and drink it by the case
Then let me pound on pussy and knock it out of place
I hook you and book you, hedges sometimes the face
While we vacate in the for motivation, ace
Separate hundreds 50's
Ball it up, it all with me
it an audible hit me
I'm open, never me
shit punchin' approachin' 160
I'm crawling Pauline LeBailey, bouncing around the city
Pity you shitty
25 to life for this pushin'
And spike off did hit by a sniper
Live the rest of your life in a diper or chill the 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 women me
Jump off their clothes to mouth
But then they never me
Holding amounts
Already you the route