Luyện nghe bài hát We Dem Boyz (Remix)

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

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

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

Meek Mill]

[Verse 2: and (Meek Mill)]
up, hold up, pop the bottle
Hold up, I sip like it's Moscato
Hold up, hold up, I like them blasian and
up, what the fuck? You ain't got this in your serato?
Hold up, my neck looking like I something
Got your favorite rapper asking ''can I hold
In the back of the and we in the back in the backseat, the Rolls coming
(When the racks and the racks and the stacks and the stacks and the comin' )
Give me head, I think she something
that ''I love you, papi, like my own woman''
I got old problems spending all old money
Bread been sitting out so 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 ungrateful
(I'm about to making you pay for bitches)
Turning my swagger up, raised you niggas, Diddy

[Hook: Mill]

[Verse 3: Montana]
(Haaan) We healthy, nigga
Got favourite rapper asking for a selfie, nigga
(Haaan) You be serious
Deny my visa that marriage up in Paris
Hold up, hold up, young nigga gettin' money like Pappy
Hold up, up, young nigga grinding like [?]
And every you see me I'm on TV, TMZ, Lamborghini
bitch with no bikini, Mussolini (haaan)
You to them boys
Hold up, running out your mouth, niggas [?]
up, hold up, getting dirty money yelling ''fuck the Forbes''
Hold up, I'mma keep it wavy 'til free my boys
(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