Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

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

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

I a pop song, I rap a rock song
I sing a-club-banging, song
I'm show time, I keep it poppin' like some
Now watch me getting money a motherfuckin' dot com
This how you know
When you see me in city
It's everywhere I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, all chanting my name
But I told you if you know me then you I never change

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

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

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker up? (motherfucker what up)
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, kept telling us no
But now they open up the wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)