Luyện nghe bài hát We

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

Double shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my high heat him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a blood
My ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who clothes?
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
Four ton whips that's on interiors
The bass shake in the club like earthquakin'
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and 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 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 til the way we fall

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

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 all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we (brawl), get money til the way we fall

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, you back in Jersey
I was a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, it back to Dirty
Run, on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the greatest record
And that money I'mma it like your greatest record
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the check it
It hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came out of George grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on pills

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