Luyện nghe bài hát We Dem Boyz (Remix)

[Intro:
up, hold up, hold, up
Hold up, up, hold, up
We dem
(Yeah, ayo, turn this up
Ayo up Wiz?
You knew had to motherfucking remix this shit)

Meek Mill]
Hold up, up, hold, up
We boyz
Hold up, up, hold, up
We them
up, hold up, hold, up
We makin'
Matter fact I'm a grown ass man, nigga, kill the

[Verse 1: Mill]
Been in the corner and the street
Nothing can come in
Me and my money, I get to the money
I flip through that money, a fuckin'
Look at the haters, I see that hate us
A pull up inside, what's happenin' G? What's happenin'
with your bitch she won't tell you goodbye
Like up, wait a minute
Pussy so that I stayed up in it
It was so good I paid to hit it
I paid to visit, got paid to
I walked through the club with a of niggas
You are not liked cause you paid them
I'm in L.A with them niggas
Mexican, Blood, and [?] niggas
Like up
We was them niggas them niggas was signed
up
Checking them before you knew they was for
up
Me and my niggas we run that money, it's nothin'
You was that shit all summer
for niggas with large numbers

[Hook: Meek

2: Diddy and (Meek Mill)]
Hold up, up, pop the bottle
Hold up, I sip Ciroc like it's
Hold up, up, I like them blasian and mulatto
Hold up, what the You ain't got this in your serato?
up, my neck looking like I stole something
Got your favorite rapper asking ''can I something?''
In the back of the back and we in the back in the backseat, the Rolls
(When the racks and the racks and the stacks and the stacks and the hoes )
Give me head, I think she know
Screaming that ''I you, papi, like my own woman''
I got old problems all this old money
Bread sitting out so long I call it more money
Hold up, wait a
(We came here, nigga, look at the way that we pay for
Feel a bus 'cause I paid you niggas)
Paid you niggas, you niggas
(I'm to start making you pay for bitches)
Turning my up, raised you niggas, it's Diddy

Meek Mill]

[Verse 3: Montana]
(Haaan) We healthy, nigga
Got your favourite rapper for a selfie, nigga
(Haaan) You be serious
Deny my visa it's marriage up in Paris
Hold up, up, young nigga gettin' money like Pappy Mason
Hold up, hold up, young grinding like [?]
And time you see me I'm on TV, TMZ, Lamborghini
Bare with no bikini, Mussolini (haaan)
You talking to boys
up, running out your mouth, niggas sniffing [?]
Hold up, up, getting dirty money yelling ''fuck the Forbes''
Hold up, I'mma keep it wavy 'til they free my
(Who that, Max B?) Yeah, that's my boy
Hold up, dreamteam, nigga, we boys
Wait a
Chinx, Meek, Dirt, Puff, nigga, we the

Meek Mill]

(Oh my God was amazing)
bitch know it