Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop (Remix)

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just 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 ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
mat hoes, who want clothes?
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in areas
Four ton whips sittin' on interiors
The shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Troy (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's total 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 all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get Shaq money
Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you than a baby's ass
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me
My path promoted 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 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 (brawl), get til the way we fall

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

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 all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get til the way we fall