Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my high thawed him (Wu!)
I ya, you need a blood 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 that's on interiors
The bass shake in the club like it's
I arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
Thrown to the dungeon, for 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)
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), get money til the way we fall

Come on, cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap
Crack money, stack money, I'm to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Jack' money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's
Act funny, ya'll make me (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 til the day we fall (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through your door (bedroom door)
the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we (brawl), get money til the way we fall

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my
Blowin' in the wind, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was doin' a buck 90 a throwback jersey
on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, be back in thirty
Seconds, got the greatest record
And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the eighty'll it
It hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they 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., be on those pills

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