Luyện nghe bài hát We Major

You motherfuckers 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 take a sip of that yak, I want to
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 your
Turn nothing to now pimpin' that's a savior
Best things are green now pimp and get paper
off the ground instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

We (come on, homie, we major)

Feeling better than head on a Sunday afternoon
Better 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 breasts too soon.
to' up, gang signs is thrown up
Niggas hats broke off that's how we up
Why else you think write rhymes just to blow up?
Get they car and then IRS show up
He never had shit but he had that 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 girl school
That's all I want like wino's want they whiskey
I in the Klan, but I brought my hood with me

You motherfuckers better do your job and roll up and watch how we up and
I can't 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 until the end
Puff, then pass, don't fuck up rotation
Hypnotic for Henny, now that's your chaser
Turn nothing to something now that's a savior
Best are green now pimp and get your paper
High off the instead of skyscraper
Too low thinkin' we local, come on homie, we

I heard the beat and I 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 or the black man's plight
At the studio console asked my man to the
this verse sound like, should I freestyle or write?
He said, Nas, what the want 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 agent
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 to give my blood sweat and tears to the mic
So y'all copped the LPs and fiends got dealt
I'm Jesse on the balcony where King got killed
I the livest niggas around
Lasting longer than than half of you clowns
Look, I used to before I had the game took
way my change came like Sam Cooke.

Feeling better than I ever before today
Like better late than is orientation
Still we can make it throwing all your cares away

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