Luyện nghe bài hát We

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

Double barrel (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on 205th in
dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
I ya, you need a blood donor
My ghetto, like Florida 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
Four ton whips sittin' on interiors
The bass in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for spongin'
Of Wu Bee, what's your total malfunction?

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

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

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw shots through your bedroom (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

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

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