Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us
Before we was electric, well that was
Before we ever it here, it's nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever that this could be us
Now watch me hands on the carpet in demand
Sliding hard right like you me on thin air
I'm wild for the night, got no plans on getting
You were you and now you're Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker up? (I'm the same motherfucker)
And if you're talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a rock
I sing a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop
I'm show time, I it poppin' like some popcorn
Now watch me money like a motherfuckin' dot com
This just how you
When you see me in your
It's everywhere I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name
But I told you if you know me then you know I change

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker up? (motherfucker what up)
And if talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they kept us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they scream their favorite
Now fast forward, my flashes across the dashboard
Is this the I asked for? Well fuck it man of course it is
I needed a mic and a stage I could play on
life's my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon
Now how the drought so cold, no
No limit on greatness, Dinklage
getting better bruh, dominate like Federer
But if you don't like my lyrics a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make you tramp stamp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause every I sell out
I hang with fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out
Middle finger to the haters, em shut up
So if you feel that let me hear you say up!

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker up)
And if you're talking to the crew, know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, kept telling us no
But now open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say what up?)