Luyện nghe bài hát We Pop (Remix)

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

barrel shotgun (blaow), pop son
I told nigga, not run
I saw him on in Fordham
This dog was frozen, so my high thawed him (Wu!)
I blown ya, you a blood donor
My bitch ghetto, Florida and Laronia (girl)
Laundry mat hoes, who want
I checks, one followed by six o's (six o's)
I got hoes, in codes, in different
ton whips that's sittin' on interiors
The bass shake in the club like earthquakin'
I cock arm, the bomb, like Troy Aikman (Aikman)
Play the basement Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson
You miserable, you get by Kathy Bason
Thrown to the dungeon, for your
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 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 money til the way we

on, let's cut the crap, money
I've been gettin' rap money
Crack money, stack money, I'm to get that Shaq money
That Tyson, Michael Jordan, Michael Jack' money
Five hundred and better, dog, yeah, now that's money
Act funny, make me laugh (haha)
Frontin' like you tough, you softer than a 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 (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), get money 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 90 like a throwback jersey
Shame on a Nigga, it back to Dirty
Run, game on a nigga, I'll be back in
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 ya'll ignorin' the
Niggas that I clap, lookin' for me
Til they look like came out of George Foreman grill
Thoughts are stolen on Free, must be on crills
Plus my, team be holdin' like forty mill'
Thoughts are rollin' on E., be on those 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 Louie all the way to my (New York)
We pop (pop), we brawl (brawl), get money til the way we