Luyện nghe bài hát We

We pop, we brawl, gettin' til the day we fall

Double shotgun (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just not run
I saw him on in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my high heat him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a donor
My bitch ghetto, like and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in areas
ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy (Aikman)
the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, your total malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we (brawl), get money til the way we fall

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been this rap money
money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Jack' money
hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass -- fuck you! Pay me cash
My path promoted me into a Mercedes class

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through your bedroom (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my (New York)
We pop (pop), we (brawl), get money til the way we fall

Yeah, all can see is the back of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, goin' to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, you back in Jersey
I was doin' a 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, take it to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
Seconds, got the world's greatest
And that money spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the respect it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman
are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' forty mill'
are rollin' on E., must be on those pills

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through bedroom door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get til the way we fall