Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

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

See me up in the room, I'm the same 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 wherever we go
And now we walk up in the and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a song
I sing a-club-banging, make-them-panties-drop
I'm time, I keep it poppin' like some popcorn
Now me getting money like a motherfuckin' dot com
This how you know
you see me in your city
It's like 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 you know I never change

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

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

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what 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 open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and say motherfuckers what up?)