Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we 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 that chronic, it got me
But really what's amazing is how I keep
Towel under the smoke until the days end
Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga your chaser
Turn to something now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling better than some head on a Sunday
Better than a chick that say yes to
Until you have a daughter, that's I call karma
And you to god she don't grow breasts too soon.
Projects to' up, gang is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off how we grow up
Why else you think shorty's write rhymes just to up?
Get they car and then IRS show up
He ain't had shit but he had that nine
Nigga come through flickin' and he had that
Put two and two together in a bad weather
be a whole family on that funeral line
Ask the reverend was the strip club cool if my help send a pretty girl through school
That's all I want like wino's want good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I my hood with me

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

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

Feeling better than I ever felt before
Like better late never is orientation
Still we can make it 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 hold it, so nuts
I take a sip of that yak, I to fuck
I take a hit of that chronic, it got me
But what's amazing is how I keep blazing
under the door smoke until the days end
Puff, puff pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best things are green now and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major