Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us
Before we was electric, well was Prius
Before we ever it here, it's nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you ever think that this 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 plans on free
You were Instagraming you and now Instagraming 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 you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking 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 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 it poppin' like some popcorn
Now watch me getting money a motherfuckin' dot com
just how you know
When you see me in your
It's like everywhere I go, everybody wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, they all my name
But I you if you know me then you know I never change

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 fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they kept 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?)

It's like I'm still a kid in the back of the Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they scream favorite choruses
Now fast forward, my song flashes across the
Is this the I asked for? Well fuck it man of course it is
I just needed a mic and a stage I play on
This my playground, I'm Harold with 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 a letter to the editor
His is 'Fuck You', street name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you tramp it so I know I still get it
Am I a sellout? every show I sell out
I hang around with fans 'til they tell me to get the out
Middle finger to the haters, em shut up
So if you that 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 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 room and they say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers up?)