Luyện nghe bài hát We Up

I'm the bullshit like a matador
I'm to the bullshit, it don't matter, boy
acquisitions, accumulations of wealth
Build with the gods and double of self
visions, Moulin Rouge religion
That pussy make a weak nigga break
So you want, the cheese or the chicks'
You the chicks but you want the cheese
A bitch eat
I'm havin' the epiphany you niggas 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 coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
Your shoes from Vegas
Counterfeit, fakers
kind of rich nigga bitch look like that

You all know 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, won't 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 Louis
We up, nigga!

Visualize everything I needed and (uh-huh)
Penalized every ho that have a scheme (what else?)
Guns in your video get you locked in a
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
have been a bitch in pajamas
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 at your favorite singer
Debating on should I fuck her or jump on her
20 thou, she got a of a adlib
I'm in her mouth like I I could have kids, K-Dot

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
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 pussy for dinner, bomb for breakfast
Deep-colored VS stones around my bitch
It feels like a nigga
Seat back, music bumpin', niggas
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
Aloof livin', I came up so
No pain, no gain, it's embedded in the
I'm in it for the grip, the fame

You all when we pullin' off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we down the top
on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot
Strapped the glock, won't 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 Louis
We up, nigga!