Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers better do your job and up and watch how we roll up and
I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck
I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck
But really amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door smoke until the end
Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser
Turn nothing to now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now and get your paper
High off the instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling than some head on a Sunday afternoon
than a chick that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, what I call karma
And you pray to god she don't grow too soon.
Projects to' up, gang is thrown up
hats broke off that's how we grow up
Why else you shorty's write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and IRS show up
He ain't never had shit but he had nine
Nigga come through flickin' and he had that
Put two and two together in a bad weather
Gon' be a whole family on funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my tips help send a pretty through school
That's all I want like wino's want good whiskey
I in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me

You motherfuckers do your job and roll up and watch how we roll up and
I control it, can't hold it, it's so nuts
I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck
I take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door until the days end
Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's chaser
Turn to something now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now and get your paper
High off the instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major

I heard the beat and I ain't know what to
First line, it be about the hos or the ice?
Four-four's or black Christ? Both would be nice
Rap about big or the black man's plight
At the studio console my man to the right
What this sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, the fans want is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and pencil and what I feel
Been like 12 years a nigga first signed
Now I'm a agent
And I'm thinking it's
To my very own Motown
Cause rappers be of executive 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see these companies be stealing the
And I to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony where King got
I survived the livest niggas
Lasting longer than than half of you clowns
Look, I used to cook I had the game took
Either way my came like Sam Cooke.

Feeling better I ever felt before today
Like better late than never is
we can make it better throwing all your cares away

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and how we roll up and
I can't control it, can't it, it's so nuts
I a sip of that yak, I want to fuck
I a hit of that chronic, it got me stuck
But really what's amazing is how I blazing
Towel under the door smoke the days end
Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's chaser
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best are green now pimp and get your paper
High off the ground instead of
Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major