Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my heat thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you 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 whips sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
Of Wu Bee, what's your total malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots 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
I've been gettin' rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a ass
These lazy ass -- fuck you! Pay me cash
My path 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 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 (brawl), get money til the way we

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

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