Luyện nghe bài hát We

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my heat thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
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)
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 (brawl), get til the way we fall

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

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

Yeah, all can see is the back of my jersey
in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, you back in Jersey
I was a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
Run, on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the world's record
And that money spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the eighty'll it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the
Niggas that I clap, for me still
Til they look like they came out of George grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them
Plus my, gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are on E., must be on those pills

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