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 double of self
Entrepreneur visions, Rouge religion
pussy make a weak nigga break down
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
than the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, I'm 'bout mine
You be that next nigga coroners and outline
You ain't made of what I'm of
You a bum with a bum bitch
Your come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look like

You all know we pullin' 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, I'll it pop
don't do it how we do
Niggas on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

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

You all know we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, we pullin' 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 ain't on the we on
new
Spikes on the Louis
We up, nigga!

pussy for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my neck
It feels like a nigga
back, music bumpin', niggas leanin'
Bulls eye, that's we came for
The bread, now a run the game boy
I sent the broad to report what's in the yard
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, embedded 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 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!