Luyện nghe bài hát We

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

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

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

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

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
shots 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 (brawl), get money til the way we

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my
in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback
on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
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
Disrespect it and the eighty'll it
It ain't hard to see how ignorin' the steel
Niggas that I clap, for me still
Til look like they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are on Free, must be on them crills
my, team gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are 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 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 (brawl), get money til the way we