Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop

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

Double shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, 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 bitch ghetto, Florida 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 different
Four ton that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the club it's earthquakin'
I arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your malfunction?

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

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

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 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 of my jersey
in the wind, goin' back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was doin' a buck 90 a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, take it back to
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
Seconds, got the greatest record
And that money spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the respect it
it and the eighty'll check it
It ain't hard to see how ignorin' the steel
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them
Plus my, team be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., 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 (brawl), get money til the way we