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
dog was frozen, so my high heat thawed him (Wu!)
I ya, you need a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I flow checks, one by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
Four ton that's sittin' on interiors
The shake in the club like it's earthquakin'
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 your
Of Wu Killa Bee, what's your malfunction?

We pop, we brawl, get money til the day we (yeah)
My (my glock), my four (my four)
throw shots through 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 been this rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm tryin' to get that Shaq
Mike Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five mill' and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, ya'll me laugh (haha)
Frontin' you tough, you softer than a baby's ass
These lazy ass labels -- fuck you! Pay me
My crazy path promoted me 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 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 back of my
Blowin' in the wind, back to Jersey
Off to Brooklyn, left you in Jersey
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 ladies it
Disrespect it and the check it
It ain't hard to see how ignorin' the steel
that I clap, lookin' for me still
Til they like they came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, be on them crills
Plus my, team gon' be like forty 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)
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