Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

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

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

everything I needed and dream (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho nigga that have a (what else?)
Guns in video get you locked in a bing
Yeah, I a nigga quick, no worries, my record clean
Murder one become manslaughter as as they brought up
work, parking tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you fucked over your when he gave you a dick
Should been a bitch in pajamas
I made my first fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, bought a 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 jump on her
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
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, we pullin' down the top
Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a
Strapped the glock, won't 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!

Good for dinner, bomb kush for breakfast
VS stones around my neck bitch
It feels a nigga dreamin'
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
Bulls eye, what we came for
The bread, now a run the game 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, the fame

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