Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just not run
I saw him on in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my heat thawed him (Wu!)
I ya, you need a blood donor
My ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
mat hoes, who want clothes?
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in areas
Four ton whips that's sittin' on
The bass shake in the club like earthquakin'
I arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
Of Wu Killa Bee, your total malfunction?

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)
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

Come on, let's cut the crap,
I've been gettin' this rap
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's
Act funny, ya'll make me (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a ass
These lazy ass labels -- you! Pay me cash
My crazy path me into a Mercedes class

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 (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, left you in Jersey
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 world's greatest
And that money I'mma spend it like your record
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the check it
It hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they like they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like forty
are rollin' on E., must be on those pills

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