Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
Corporate acquisitions, 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 cheese or the
You want the chicks but you want the
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you ain't shit to me
Worse than the scum in the slum I'm
I'm a nigga, yeah I'm 'bout mine
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You ain't made of I'm made of
You a bum nigga a bum bitch
Your shoes come from
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich bitch look like that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped with the glock, 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized ho nigga that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I kill a quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one manslaughter as soon as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck you fucked over your father when he gave you a dick
Should have been a bitch in
I made my first million dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a and a binocular
I'm scared, this don't happen to everybody
I'm on Instagram looking at your favorite
Debating on I fuck her or jump 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 when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm out a knot
with the glock, won't pull it out a lot
But front, I'll it pop
Y'all 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 feels like a dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a nigga run the boy
I should've sent the broad to report what's in the
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's in the brain
I'm in it for the grip, motherfuck the

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down 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
Y'all do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!