Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, you could 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 think that this could be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in
Sliding hard right like you me on thin air
I'm wild for the night, got no plans on free
You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming me

See me walk up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (I'm the motherfucker)
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, kept telling us no
But now open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say what up? (and they 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 keep it poppin' like popcorn
Now watch me getting money like a dot com
This just how you
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 motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what 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, they kept us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers up?)

It's like I'm still a kid in the back of the Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they scream their favorite
Now fast forward, my song flashes across the
Is this the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of it is
I just needed a mic and a I could play on
This life's my playground, I'm with a crayon
Now how the so cold, no shrinkage
No size limit on greatness,
Only getting better bruh, like Federer
But if you don't my lyrics send a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', street is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you tramp stamp it so I I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause every show I out
I hang around with fans 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, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't wit us)
Did it on our own, they kept us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)