Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on in Fordham
dog was frozen, so my high heat 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 areas
Four ton whips that's on interiors
The bass in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Aikman (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, your total malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get til the day we fall (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

Come on, let's cut the crap,
been gettin' this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Jack' money
hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer a baby's ass
These lazy ass -- fuck you! Pay me cash
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 your 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' back to
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, on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the greatest record
And that I'mma spend it like your greatest record
Division, all the ladies respect it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll the steel
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they out of George Foreman grill
are stolen on Free, must 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 money til the day we (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (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), get money til the way we fall