Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us
Before we was electric, that was Prius
Before we ever dreamt it here, nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever that this could be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in
Sliding hard right you seeing me on thin air
I'm wild for the night, got no on getting 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 up the doors wherever we go
And now we up in the room 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 popcorn
Now watch me getting money a motherfuckin' dot com
This how you know
When you see me in your
It's like everywhere I go, 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 know I change

See me walk up in the room, I'm the motherfucker what 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, kept telling us no
But now they open up the doors we go
And now we walk up in the room and 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 scream their favorite choruses
Now forward, my song flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked for? Well fuck it man of it is
I just a mic and a stage I could play on
This life's my playground, I'm Harold a crayon
Now how the so cold, no shrinkage
No size limit on greatness,
Only getting better bruh, dominate Federer
But if you like my lyrics send a letter to the editor
His address is 'Fuck You', street 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 with fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out
Middle to the haters, tell 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 talking to the crew, better know you ain't fucking wit us (you ain't fucking wit us)
Did it on our own, they telling us no
But now they up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)