Luyện nghe bài hát We

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

barrel 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 ya, you need a blood donor
My ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who clothes?
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
Four ton whips sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's total malfunction?

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

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

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)
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 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
on a Nigga, take 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
This Division, all the respect it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ignorin' the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman
Thoughts are stolen on Free, be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like mill'
are rollin' on E., must be on those pills

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