Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop (Remix)

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

Double barrel (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 blown ya, you need a donor
My ghetto, like Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I checks, one followed 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, like Aikman (Aikman)
the basement 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 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 to get that Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael money
hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll make me (haha)
like you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me
My crazy path me into a Mercedes class

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

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my
Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to
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 back in
Seconds, got the greatest record
And that I'mma spend it like your greatest record
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, lookin' for me
Til they look like they came out of Foreman grill
are stolen on Free, must be on them crills
Plus my, gon' be holdin' 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 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