Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop (Remix)

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my heat thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, like Florida and (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who clothes?
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
Four ton that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the like it's earthquakin'
I arm, pass the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
the basement like Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get kidnapped by Kathy
to the dungeon, for your spongin'
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 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 til the way we fall

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've gettin' this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get Shaq money
That Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five hundred 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 ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me cash
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)
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), get money til the way we fall

Yeah, all ya'll can see is the back of my
Blowin' in the wind, goin' to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you in Jersey
I was doin' a buck 90 a throwback 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 money I'mma spend it like your record
This Division, all the respect it
it and the eighty'll check it
It ain't to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me
Til they look like they came out of Foreman grill
Thoughts are on Free, must be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be holdin' like mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those

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 til the way we fall