Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop (Remix)

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

barrel 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 blown ya, you need a donor
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and (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 that's on interiors
The bass shake in the club it's earthquakin'
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
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 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

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

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, goin' back to
Off to Brooklyn, you back in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 like a throwback
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 I'mma spend it like your greatest
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the check it
It hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
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, gon' be holdin' like forty mill'
are rollin' on E., must be on those pills

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