Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers better do 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 smoke the days end
Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your
Turn nothing to something now that's a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get your
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

We (come on, homie, we major)

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

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

I heard the and I ain't know what to write
First line, should it be about the hos or the
Four-four's or black Christ? flows would be nice
Rap about big paper or the black plight
At the studio console my man to the right
What this verse sound like, should I freestyle or
He said, Nas, what the fans is Illmatic, Stillmatic
up the pad and pencil and jotted what I feel
Been like 12 years since a nigga first
Now I'm a free
And I'm thinking time
To my very own Motown
rappers be deprived of executive 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see these companies be the life
And I love to give my sweat and tears to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony King got killed
I survived the niggas around
Lasting longer than more half of you clowns
Look, I to cook before I had the game took
way my change came like Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I ever before today
better late than never is orientation
Still we can make it better throwing all cares away

You motherfuckers better do your job and up and watch how we roll up and
I can't control it, 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 what's amazing is how I keep blazing
under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best things are now pimp and get your paper
High off the ground of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we