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
with the gods and double knowledge of self
Entrepreneur visions, Moulin Rouge
That 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 the epiphany you niggas ain't shit to me
Worse the scum in the slum I'm from
I'm a southside nigga, yeah I'm 'bout
You be next nigga coroners come and outline
You made of what I'm made of
You a bum nigga with a bum
shoes come from Vegas
Counterfeit, fraudulent
What kind of rich nigga bitch look that

You all know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
don't 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 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 become manslaughter as soon as they up
Charity work, tickets and no charges
Fuck nigga you over your father when he gave you a dick
have been a bitch in pajamas
I made my million fucking dollars
a Bible, oh yeah, God got me
Made my second million dollars, a chopper and a binocular
I'm scared, this shit happen 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 know when we off the lot
Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' 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
Y'all do it how we do
ain't on the shit we on
new
Spikes on the Vuittons
We up, nigga!

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

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