Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

We pop, we brawl, money til the day we fall

Double shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on in Fordham
dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a donor
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and (girl)
mat hoes, who want clothes?
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
Four ton whips that's sittin' on
The bass shake in the like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for spongin'
Of Wu Bee, what's your total malfunction?

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)
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

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been this rap money
money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq money
That Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five hundred and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you than a baby's ass
These lazy ass labels -- you! Pay me cash
My crazy path promoted me into a class

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

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

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