Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

Double shotgun (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just not run
I saw him on 205th in
dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you need a donor
My bitch ghetto, like and Laronia (girl)
mat hoes, who want 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 club like it's
I cock arm, pass the bomb, Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
Thrown to the dungeon, for spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, your total malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My glock (my glock), my (my four)
throw shots your bedroom 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 this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack'
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer a baby's ass
lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cash
My crazy path me into a Mercedes class

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

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

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), get money til the way we fall