Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

Double barrel (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my high thawed him (Wu!)
I ya, you need a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, like and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in areas
Four ton that's sittin' on interiors
The bass in the club like it's earthquakin'
I arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your malfunction?

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 all the way to my drawers (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 Mike Tyson, Jordan, Michael Jack' money
hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a ass
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me
My crazy path promoted me a Mercedes class

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw shots through your 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 money til the way we

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

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through 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 money til the way we