Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers do your 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 amazing is how I keep
Towel under the door smoke until the end
Puff, puff then pass, don't fuck up
Hypnotic for Henny, now nigga that's your
Turn nothing to something now pimpin' a savior
Best things are now pimp and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, on homie, we major

We (come on, homie, we major)

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

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

I the beat and I ain't know what to write
line, should 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 console asked my man to the right
What this sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, what the fans is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted I feel
Been like 12 years since a nigga first
Now I'm a free
And I'm thinking time
To build my own Motown
Cause be deprived of executive 9 to 5s
And it to see these companies be stealing the life
And I love to give my blood sweat and to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got
I'm Jesse Jackson on the balcony King got killed
I survived the livest around
Lasting longer than more than of you clowns
Look, I used to cook before I had the game
Either way my came like Sam Cooke.

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

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