Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop (Remix)

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

Double barrel (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 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 different
ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the like it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, pass the bomb, like Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your malfunction?

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), get money til the way we fall

Come on, let's cut the crap,
I've been gettin' rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that money
That Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five 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 promoted me into a class

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

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was doin' a 90 like a throwback jersey
on a Nigga, take it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, be back 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 I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like 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 Louie all the way to my (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we