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 in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my high thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a blood
My ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who clothes?
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in areas
ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne 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 money til the day we (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 money til the way we

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq
That Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five hundred and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, make me laugh (haha)
like you tough, you softer 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 (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

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 buck 90 like a jersey
Shame on a Nigga, it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
Seconds, got the world's record
And that money I'mma spend it like your record
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the
that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are on Free, must be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty
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)
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), get money til the way we fall