Luyện nghe bài hát We

We pop, we brawl, money til the day we fall

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just not run
I saw him on in Fordham
dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
I ya, you need a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, Florida and Laronia (girl)
mat hoes, who want clothes?
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in areas
Four ton that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
to the dungeon, for your 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 shots through your 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

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

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw shots 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), 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, you back in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 like a jersey
Shame on a Nigga, take it back to
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
Seconds, got the greatest record
And money I'mma spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the respect it
it and the eighty'll check it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me
Til they look they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on crills
Plus my, team gon' be like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those

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 til the way we fall