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 ever think that this could be us
Now watch me shaking hands on the carpet in
Sliding right 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 walk up in the room, I'm the same 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, 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? (and they say motherfuckers)

I sing a pop song, I rap a song
I sing a-club-banging, song
I'm show time, I keep it poppin' like some
Now watch me money like a motherfuckin' dot com
This just how you
you see me in your city
It's like I go, everybody fucking wit me
Yes I'm on top of my game, all chanting 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 motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're 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 open up the doors wherever we go
And now we walk up in the room and they say motherfuckers what up? (motherfuckers up?)

like I'm still a kid in the back of the Ford Taurus, yes,
Waving at drivers while they scream their favorite choruses
Now fast forward, my flashes across the dashboard
Is this the life I asked Well 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 with a
Now how the drought so cold, no
No size limit on greatness,
Only getting better bruh, dominate Federer
But if you don't my lyrics send a letter to the editor
His address is You', street name is 'Deal Wit It'
Make sure you tramp stamp it so I I still get it
Am I a sellout? 'Cause every I sell out
I hang with fans 'til they tell me to get the hell out
finger to the haters, tell em shut up
So if you feel that let me you say what up!

See me up in the room, I'm the same motherfucker what up? (motherfucker what up)
And if you're 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 say motherfuckers what up? (and they say motherfuckers what up?)