Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

Double barrel (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 donor
My bitch ghetto, like 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 different
Four ton whips that's sittin' on
The bass shake in the club like it's
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your malfunction?

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

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap
Crack money, stack money, I'm to get that Shaq money
That Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a ass
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me
My crazy promoted me into a Mercedes 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)
the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (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' to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, you back in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 like a jersey
on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
Run, on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the greatest record
And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest
Division, all the ladies respect it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ignorin' the steel
that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they came out of George Foreman
Thoughts are stolen on Free, be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on pills

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through 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 (brawl), get money til the way we