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 205th in
This dog was frozen, so my high heat 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 areas
Four ton whips that's on interiors
The bass shake in the club like it's
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement like Bruce Wayne and Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for spongin'
Of Wu Killa Bee, your total malfunction?

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)
the P's, to the morgue, cop Louie all the way to my drawers (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that money
That Mike Tyson, Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' you tough, you softer 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 til the day we fall (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (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 (brawl), get money til the way we

Yeah, all can see is the back of my jersey
Blowin' in the wind, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you back in
I was a buck 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 record
And that money I'mma it like your greatest record
Division, all the ladies respect it
Disrespect it and the check it
It hard to see how ya'll ignorin' the steel
Niggas I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they look like they out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on them
Plus my, team be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., must be on those

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 money til the way we