Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

Double barrel (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my high thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you 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 shake in the club like it's
I cock arm, pass the bomb, Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your total

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 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 Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack'
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's
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 your bedroom (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

Yeah, all can see is the back of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, goin' to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was doin' a 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, take it back to
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
Seconds, got the world's greatest
And that money I'mma spend it like your greatest
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the eighty'll it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the
Niggas that I clap, for me still
Til they like they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, be on them crills
Plus my, team be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on 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)
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