Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm around the bullshit like a
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin religion
pussy make a weak nigga break down
So what you want, the or the chicks'
You want the but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm mine
You be that nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look that

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a nigga quick, no worries, my clean
Murder one become as soon as they brought up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your father when he you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second dollars, bought a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit don't to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your singer
Debating on should I fuck her or on her single
20 thou, she got a hell of a
I'm in her like I knew I could have kids, K-Dot

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
Shine's on and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, pull it out a lot
But front, make it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

Good pussy for dinner, bomb kush for
VS stones around my neck bitch
It like a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, bumpin', niggas leanin'
eye, that's what we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I should've sent the broad to report in the yard
livin', I came up so hard
No pain, no gain, embedded in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped with the glock, won't it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!