Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

We pop, we brawl, gettin' til the day we fall

Double shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my high heat him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a donor
My ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
Four ton whips sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the club like earthquakin'
I arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's total malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
shots through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get til the way we fall

Come on, cut the crap, money
been gettin' this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack'
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's
Act funny, ya'll make me (haha)
Frontin' you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass -- fuck you! Pay me cash
My crazy promoted me into a Mercedes class

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
From the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get til the way we fall

Yeah, all can see is the back of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, goin' to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was doin' a 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, take it back to
Run, game on a nigga, be back in thirty
Seconds, got the world's greatest
And that money spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the respect it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til look like they came out of George Foreman grill
are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., be on those pills

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw through your bedroom door (bedroom door)
the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get til the way we fall