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

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling better than some on a Sunday afternoon
than a chick that say yes to soon
Until you have a daughter, that's I call karma
And you pray to god she don't grow too soon.
Projects to' up, gang signs is up
hats broke off that's how we grow up
Why else you think write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they first car and then IRS up
He ain't never had shit but he had nine
Nigga through flickin' and he had that shine
Put two and two together in a little bad
Gon' be a family on that 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 they good whiskey
I ain't in the Klan, but I brought my with me

You better do your job and roll up and watch 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 take a hit of chronic, it got me stuck
But what's amazing is how I keep blazing
Towel under the door smoke until the 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 now pimp and get your paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major

I heard the beat and I ain't know to write
First line, should it be about the hos or the
Four-four's or Christ? Both flows would be nice
Rap big paper or the black man's plight
At the studio asked my man to the right
What this verse sound like, should I or write?
He said, Nas, what the fans is Illmatic, Stillmatic
Picked up the pad and pencil and jotted I feel
Been like 12 since a nigga first signed
Now I'm a free
And I'm it's time
To build my very own
Cause rappers be deprived of 9 to 5s
And it hurts to see companies be stealing the life
And I to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and y'all fiends got
I'm Jesse on the balcony where King got killed
I survived the livest around
Lasting longer than more than half of you
Look, I to cook before I had the game took
Either way my came like 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, it's so
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 smoke until the days 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 things are green now and get your paper
High off the instead of skyscraper
Too low we local, come on homie, we major