Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop (Remix)

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

Double barrel (blaow), pop son
I nigga, just not run
I saw him on in Fordham
dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
I ya, you need a blood 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 that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the club like earthquakin'
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
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 through 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 til the way we fall

Come on, cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' this rap
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get Shaq money
That Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael money
Five hundred mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you than a baby's ass
lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cash
My crazy path 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 through your bedroom (bedroom door)
the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (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, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, you back in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 like a jersey
Shame on a Nigga, take it to Dirty
Run, on a nigga, I'll be back in thirty
Seconds, got the world's greatest
And that I'mma spend it like your greatest record
This Division, all the ladies it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the
Niggas that I clap, for me still
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 rollin' on E., must be on pills

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