Luyện nghe bài hát Way Up

Ya, ya
Ya, ya
Turn headphones up Cruz
Way up
Shit like I'm Chan
Summer is lit and we again

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't believe tried to play us
Run a and tell' em pay up
Its all business ain't no
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Summer comin' better up
Going up like
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

indirect shit never get by us
Niggas like bitches be ridin'
Funny how nigga like Pryor
See 'em and I the shit out 'em
Throwin' ten k its ten dollars
I grab that bitch a ten out her
I pop perc fuck the out her
her so good thought I care bout her
She know I been it I'm on my way up
My a Barbie no weave and no makeup
Hang with the don't be with no haters
My city gon' tell you we on some paper
Theolonius when I'm in that Wraith
I'm feelin' Meechie or three ATL
Purp got like I on a rail
Mixing that Birk with new YSL
Sellin' that gave me confidence
Bust down the Role me confidence
I let the fiend watch the coupe tell 'em it
She on my I can't you no promises
Bahgdad on pussy bombin' shit
Bad bad with chopper Osama shit
Rockin' Givenchy
Trap at the clear port nigga we flyin'

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
believe they tried to play us
Run a check and em pay up
Its all business ain't no
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
comin' better save up
Going up like
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up

Way up, way up, way up
Skinny nigga walkin' done got his weight up
Hold up I'm movin' fast they holler "Wait up"
Fixin' just so I can fuck and break her
I been doin' this since Jacob came with
If you know me then you owe me you pay up
in Atlana aka Al-Queda
Crossin' up I'm Kyrie Irving the lay up
Pushin' and poppin' pistols for the paper
Goin' up they want to stop elevator
lunch on top of [?] feelin' way up
Paper on Rodeo aye hoe I got
me [?]
I up with work like I'm [?]
Put tens on that bitch for the
That work it came in from [?]
Got birds and got bricks and came in the trailer
Them niggas poppin' shit got a shot on me like Peja Stojaković
[?] fuck it nigga it got me rich
Ya you got a gun but you ain't poppin' it
Nigga dirty business got damn Lord save 'em
Dirty on the Lord got me way up, way up, way up

I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
Can't they tried to play us
Run a and tell' em pay up
Its all business ain't no
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up
comin' better save up
Going up elevators
I'm so way up, way up, way up, way up