Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

We pop, we brawl, gettin' til the day we fall

Double shotgun (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 Florida and (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who clothes?
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the club like earthquakin'
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your malfunction?

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 money til the way we

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that 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 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 glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw shots through 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

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you in Jersey
I was a buck 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
Seconds, got the world's greatest
And that money spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the 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 like 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 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