Luyện nghe bài hát SMFWU

'Fore we was anything, 'fore you see us
we was electric, well that was Prius
Before we dreamt it here, it's nothing to dream of
'Cause let's be honest, you didn't ever think this could be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in
hard right like 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 know you ain't fucking wit us (you 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 room and they say 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 show time, I keep it poppin' like some
Now watch me money like a motherfuckin' 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, they all 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 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 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? (motherfuckers what up?)

It's like I'm still a kid in the of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at some drivers while they their favorite choruses
Now fast forward, my song flashes across the
Is this the life I asked for? Well it man of course it is
I just needed a mic and a stage I play on
life's my playground, I'm Harold with a crayon
Now how the drought so cold, no
No limit on greatness, Dinklage
Only getting better bruh, like Federer
But if you don't like my lyrics a letter to the editor
His address is 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 'til 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 what 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, kept 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 what up?)